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A Blanket of silken thread

HOSPITALITY

“I’m looking for a place to rest,”
Said the fly to Mrs. Spider,
As he lit and sat beside her.

. . .

“Oh, weary fly, please be my guest.”
“I’ll make for you a comfy bed,
And blanket you in silken thread.”

9/8/94 Phyllis DeWitt-VanVleck

3’rd … Arkansas NPD 1997

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A treasured gift

FEATHERED BEAUTY

Sapphire bluebird, is it true
That you were born to be so blue?
Or did you one day fly so high
You scraped some blue paint from the sky?

And what about your russet chest?
Was it stained within the nest?
Or when you flew above the crowds,
Was it skimmed from sunset clouds?

From whence they came should matter not,
God placed you in that color slot.
Feathered beauty from above,
A treasured gift of His great love.

10/12/96 Phyllis DeWitt VanVleck

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Spider tricks

       THE DINNER GUEST

 

“I’m looking for a place to sleep,”

Said a fly to Mrs. Spider,

Then folding in his wings

He sat right down beside her.

 

“I’ll make for you, the softest bed,

And weave it with my silken thread.

It will keep you warm and snug.

It’s what I do for fly or bug.”

 

“So come on in and sit on my throne,

And be my guest, my very own.”

The fly, impressed by what she said,

Fell asleep as she made his bed.

 

A cunning spider, that was she.

In tricking him so easily;

And if you ever wonder why . . .

He was her dinner, that poor fly.

 

2/27/03              Phyllis DeWitt-VanVle

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Outsmarting the Fly

    OUTSMARTING THE FLY

 

With eyes composing most of his head

How come the fly can’t see

The intricate trap a spider has spun

And he’s eaten at afternoon tea

 

2/20/01     Phyllis DeWitt-VanVleck

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       THE SILKEN QUILT

  

Late one day as the sun went down

A lonely fly flew into town.

He stopped to rest near a silken thread

That stretched from tree to vacant shed.

“I am so weary,” moaned the fly,

“Guess I’ll rest ’til the night goes by.”

From up above a voice was heard.

The fly flew up to hear the word.

 

There sat a spider in her den

Checking her larder once again.

“Come on in,” she said with a grin,

I’ll entertain you while I spin.”

With expertise she plucked a thread.

“Nice lullaby,” the fly then said.

Said she, “You have intriguing eyes.

Let me fix for you, a big surprise.

I know you’re very tired tonight,

And you’ve no bed, but that’s all right,

Because I’ll make one just for you.

It’s something instinct says to do.”

 

The fly gave thought, and then he said,

“Well, I really do need a bed,

But I’m a stranger  in this town,

And safety’s a must when I bed down.”

The spider said, with cunning smile,

“Just rest here for a little while.

No better hostess can be found,

Why, my guests always stick around!”

 

So in he flew and sat on her rug.

Long arms reached out in welcome hug.

He felt her teeth as she kissed his cheek

And suddenly the fly felt weak.

“What are you doing?” asked the fly.

“What are these strands you’re dragging by?”

“I’m weaving a quilt of silken thread,

To keep you warm,” the spider said.

“I wouldn’t want you catching cold,

And you’ll be cozy in this fold.

I’d like your bed to be complete,

Before I settle down to eat.”

 

Then around and around she did spin,

Making that quilt — the fly within.

The fly then slept and never stirred,

Tricked by the spider’s wily word.

 

If there’ a moral, let it be . . .

Don’t be tricked by flattery.

 

2/27/95   – Phyllis DeWitt VanVleck

 

4’th … Indiana NPD 1995

5’th …Arkansas NPD 1996

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