Wooly Webb
What a wild and wondrous wooly web she weaved,
while waiting, as the wolves wondered by…
beyond the willows, in the weeds.
Softly sucking on strawberries, sorghum, and sugar plums,
secretly stalking, erecting her sinister snare…
laced with satin and sin.
Making memories, mesmerized, full of melodrama and make-believe,
moments made into mountains…
materialized from mere mounds.
© 2009 Randolph D. Brown, Jr.
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