Spider

About what could happen if we lose the insects in out world.

This little criminal
Uses it webs and nets to feast on lonely
Curious to light colored mesh
Be a feast 
Just for small second of torture
It will adsorb all virtue
Just for a mile you and creature are wild with fear
As it goes up your hair and wings
Life is not fair and king
The crawling and longing to be free
The moaning of the bee 
Is the vibrations of abdomen and airfoil
As you pass away 
You hope another bee sends the honey
The food source and the main course
Or your species might die
And everyone will cry 
When there is no honey for there toast 
The spider wins and we give boast as a wonderful host to pain 
We hope that you are still sane when all the bees are gone

Reviews

[Damien]

Very creative and beautiful piece.