resigned to whatever fate befalls it.
All night long it tried to climb
up the shiny sides,
but when they steepened into cliffs,
it lost its grip and
back it slid
to where it had begun.
No use its silken lifelines now,
no use its deadly fangs;
this spider's doomed.
It can but wait
because there's no escape.
Oh, but yes there is!
It's down the plug,
swooshed on a sudden flood,
but in the drain's another fate,
and soon it will be drowned.
Should I ponder this and see in it
something more profound?
No. It's just a spider,
and when it's gone
the world won't stop;
the world will go
on going round.
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