THE COBWEB
The spider makes the cobwebs,
Works so hard to make the web,
The web was made to kill its prey,
To kill its prey for food to eat.
So freely I saw a butterfly,
Humming and flying with speed in the home,
“It appears you just learnt flying”
I said to myself as I doze to sleep.
With barely a short sleep,
My consciousness arose,
As my attention caught the little fly,
So entangled in the spider's web.
As he fights out of it,
The more entangled seems to me,
He was restless for fear of death,
As the spider circles round his prey
With awe and pity I watched to see,
The end of a loving, humming fly,
Caught in the spider’s web,
With the fear of death wriggling him.
With a little stick,I could safe the fly,
But why play God when I am just like them,
Isn’t it a deterrent example for me to take,
That only God knows when the end will come
Be prepared!!!!!!
