Poem – DEAR SPIDER (By John Grey)
DEAR SPIDER – By John Grey
Ants are more efficient at what they do
Weeds can grow just about anywhere.
Animals kill to survive
not for pleasure.
And they collect no gewgaws besides.
A homeless man sits on the pavement,
holding up a sign,
with a cup before him
that’s hungry for coins.
Most people stride on by.
The occasional person
stops to toss him a coin or two.
Such a scenario is unknown in nature.
So allow me to make the introductions.