O errant fly, your death knell knocks.
Avoid the pearls of moisture
hanging from fine linen thread
suspended between flower and leaf.
Beware sticky filaments
as you charge through the air -
the art of the arachnid
will crush your bones,
absorb your every cell.
Call for help – save your skin.
This is my third attempt at this Sunday’s Whirl each more dire than the last.