It’s very ambitious:
it’s trying to make a web across my front door.
It’s not going to work, of course,
but I can’t help admiring it
as it spins the delicate silk
which will so soon be destroyed.
“You murdered me! I’m dead!” she shrieked dramatically. Clutching her stomach, she held up the small plastic cup which moments before had held muddy water.
“I know, but just pretend it was poison.”