by Unknown
Jul 2010 346 Views 3 comments
The Perfect Art
In humid gloom
she weaves her doom;
by moon's faint rays,
she spins to lay
her silken trap
of which one snap
will bring to naught
what she has sought:
namely a fly
that has to die
so that it can
perfect her plan.
Flawless her art,
weaving one part
of subtlest doom
in fetid gloom.
she weaves her doom;
by moon's faint rays,
she spins to lay
her silken trap
of which one snap
will bring to naught
what she has sought:
namely a fly
that has to die
so that it can
perfect her plan.
Flawless her art,
weaving one part
of subtlest doom
in fetid gloom.
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Posted: Jul 2010
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Comments (3)
Between her silken trap and Dionaea muscipula, the fate of the fly is set, if not fetid. Enjoyed the read.