And, as I walk out on to the patio, here’s what I find.
Overnight, a spider had spun its web round the wind chime,
And, it seemed as if a fly cut through it for no reason, or rhyme.
Yet, the web hung there attached ever so slightly, and, abstract
With the four corners scarcely visible, but, still totally intact.
Not a trace could be found of either the spider, or, the fly,
So, it remains unknown as to who invited, and, who chose to comply.
And, thus continues the saga of the persistent spider, and, the elusive fly,
While it remains unpredictable as to whether it’ll end in a sigh, or, a lie.