An Ode To A Happy Little Spider

(Or, A Song For A Sad, Unfortunate Fly)

The happy little spider
Climbs the brightly colored wall
To spin a bouncy little web
While the playful blue birds call

Spinning spinning spinning
While humming a happy, cheerful tune
He builds for his tomorrow
In the corner of the room

As the sleepy evening sun
Settles softly into bed
The happy little spider
Spins his final thread

Still humming his cheerful tune
And oh so happy with his feat
He inspects his silky work
To ensure it’s all complete

With the chirping of the crickets
And with the crescent moon in ebb
The happy little spider
Snuggles in his web

As his sleepy eyelids close
Right before his dreams begin
He says his evening prayers
With a happy, thankful grin

For he knows that come tomorrow
When he rises from his bed
His prayers will all be answered
And his belly will be fed

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About Kurt Brindley

He is tall but he hopes to accomplish more in life than just that...
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4 Responses to An Ode To A Happy Little Spider

  1. poor fly! happy for spider!

    Liked by 1 person

  2. jcbenes says:

    All I can say is that poem brought a smile to my face. Wonderfully written!

    Liked by 1 person

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