Of The Spider and The Fly

A thought upon Mary Howitt's "The Spider and The Fly".

                 

                    Of a Spider and A Fly,
                    What can be said?
                    To hear one's own beating heart
                              inside a tiny chest
                    Can only be a sign of dread!

                  To hear a whispering smile
                  Say, "How pretty thou art!"
                  To sprawl hidden lust
                              of winding stairs
                  Save of the bard,

                  I have, nay, only can,
                  Warn of the Spider's deep desire
                  To shimmer and confuse
                              hide and beware!
                  May you ne'er see his little parlour! 

                  E'er you might be dead!