Precision strands, deft hidden hands
clasp firmly to their new found guest.
This host demands a change in plans
to feast upon the choice and best.
Each honoree, for lunch, is free
for this appointment few can break.
For hours rapt, silk morsels trapped
from spinning yarns protests won't shake.
One stop, one bite, one prayer contrite
bounce the bauble, teased in tangles.
Well-hanged winner, dressed for dinner
sipping each cocoon it strangles.
The Gadfly |
Submission Name: On the Web
