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    Lee Wilson
  • Lee Wilson
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  • 04/17/2025
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Poetry posted in this category are works of fiction. Names, places, characters, events, and incidents are created by the authors' imaginations or are used fictitiously. Any resemblances to actual persons (living or dead), organizations, companies, events, or locales are entirely coincidental.
Note: While authors are asked to place warnings on their stories for some moderated content, everyone has different thresholds, and it is your responsibility as a reader to avoid stories or stop reading if something bothers you. 

The Spider and the Flea - 1. The Spider and the Flea

Taking diversity to an extreme level. Three diverse species involved. The object mentioned would be a human foot.

I once lived on a dog
Until it tired of me
It scratched and I flew off
Hated, 'coz I'm a flea

I was without my dog
It seemed I had no purpose
No other choice had I
But to join the circus

It wasn't in a big top
Like circuses you'd see
'Twas on a patch of dog hair
And full of fleas like me

It wasn't just for fleas tho'
A spider there I saw
He was so kind and gentle
It left me quite in awe

I jumped a little closer
wary of its web
I think I saw a fly there
Away its life did ebb

Getting stuck I knew
wasn't meant for me
If the spider hurt the fly
What hope did have a flea

The spider though it beckoned
I wasn't very sure
What was its motive?
Unlikely very pure

Yet I jumped and took the chance
I would not be a meal
The spider let me on its back
My life it did not steal

We spent some weeks together
And were very much in love
I knew the spider felt the same
'Til an object was above

I knew not what it was
Or what that it may do
The spider pushed me away
I knew its love was true

The object crushed my love
I felt so all alone
Although we were quite different
Brightly our love had shone

But all the other fleas
Were huddled very close
Happy I am so small
The scene it was so gross

Once more the object fell
And then it fell again
My friends the fleas all dead
The why beyond my ken

So here I die alone
Because someone unlike us
felt we had to die
And cause such a fuss

The moral; treat everyone alike
So you won't appear a fool
Remember just because you're different
You needn't be so cruel

Many thanks to @Mikiesboy for his feedback.
Copyright © 2025 Lee Wilson; All Rights Reserved.
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Poetry posted in this category are works of fiction. Names, places, characters, events, and incidents are created by the authors' imaginations or are used fictitiously. Any resemblances to actual persons (living or dead), organizations, companies, events, or locales are entirely coincidental.
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Bill W
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Leave it to you, Lee, to come up with a whimsical poem with important and valid points.  First of all, we don't need to destroy everything that is different, and I immediately think about the killing of wildlife when it's not for sustenance and merely for a trophy or to destroy something we fear.  The other is that different doesn't mean it's a bad thing or those that are different must be separated, removed from, or destroyed by those that are 'normal', whatever that is.   Well done.  :heart:

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2 hours ago, Bill W said:

Leave it to you, Lee, to come up with a whimsical poem with important and valid points.  First of all, we don't need to destroy everything that is different, and I immediately think about the killing of wildlife when it's not for sustenance and merely for a trophy or to destroy something we fear.  The other is that different doesn't mean it's a bad thing or those that are different must be separated, removed from, or destroyed by those that are 'normal', whatever that is.   Well done.  :heart:

Whimsical. I don't believe I've ever seen that used to describe one of my pieces. But I like it, it fits this one. Thanks.

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1 minute ago, Gary L said:

Very, very clever piece of writing. Well done. One thing could have increased my pleasure, by explaining what the object was after the poem, thereby letting the reader speculate as they read about what the object was.  Not a criticism of a delightful piece of poetry. Thanks

I suppose it’s open to interpretation, but the obvious answer (to me) is the correct one. A shoe.

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30 minutes ago, Valkyrie said:

This reminded me of a fable, with an important message at the end.  I do have to say that I don't kill spiders, but rather capture them in a glass and then liberate them outside.  Usually while screaming and then flailing like Kermit the Frog.  :unsure: I really enjoyed this though.  Thanks for sharing!  

Thanks. Glad you enjoyed it.

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On 4/23/2025 at 7:50 PM, Valkyrie said:

This reminded me of a fable, with an important message at the end.  I do have to say that I don't kill spiders, but rather capture them in a glass and then liberate them outside.  Usually while screaming and then flailing like Kermit the Frog.  :unsure: I really enjoyed this though.  Thanks for sharing!  

@Valkyrie, just so you know, indoor spiders don't do well outdoors because they are built for the challenges they'll face out there.  They probably won't last long.  

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