Said the Fly

The fly  in my oatmeal

Who, earlier did escape

The deadly spider just outside

The restaurants back door

Near the sleeping red roses and growling tiger lilies

I saw the torn web, on my hurried tread in

I had admired it the last few days

As the morning sun would light up the dew drops trapped there within

Like an electronic neon sign

I paid little attention to its demise, as I was late for my tour of duty

He said to me, without speaking a word, as I sat down to my morning meal, oatmeal
 
Steaming hot and reeking of cinnamon, with lots of sugar and a splash of 2% milk

He said; and I quote

"Life is what you make it, go ahead an take it

It's to short to try and fake it and sometimes

You'll break its entanglements

While trying to get to your own table"

The proof to his little rhyme, was there in front of me
With one leg torn off and the other three bound by a silvery silken thread
At the other end, the entangled spider

I think, I will head the words of the fly and not that of the spider's

A thought by Sinbad the Sailor Man