Devin Wells // WEB

She spins and twirls and whirls and hurls

She loops and hoops and paratroops

She crafts and graphs along the shaft.


Surely her web is almost finished

Her spirits not once diminished.


When suddenly

A fly has been caught

The fight has been fought

And the spider has hit the jackpot.


So the fly wiggles and jiggles

It yells from its cell

But he stays in his ill-­fated spell.


It’s a putrid business

A useless cycle for any who witness

But she appreciates any fly’s visits.


She’s still whirling and hurling

still looping and hooping

still crafting and graphing


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