Paul Fraleigh



A spider weaves a silky web
Where joist and rafter cross,
And snags a cockroach in the net,
And wraps him up in floss.

She then proceeds to feast upon
This morsel that she’s won,
To us, a most revolting meal,
To her, filet mignon.


A bee lights on a marigold,
And stealing nectar, leaves,
Displaying aerobatic skills
Germane to nectar thieves.

The band of black around her head,
Resembling a mask,
Perhaps is elementary for
Success at such a task.

But who would try to tail her as
She makes her journey home,
Meandering through clover fields
Toward her hive and comb?

And who would seize the evidence
Stashed in a honey cell,
But veiled and hooded apiarists,
Who’ve come to steal as well?

Paul Fraleigh’s poems have appeared or are forthcoming in such journals as The Raintown Review, The Barefoot Muse, Umbrella, Think, Blue Unicorn, The Lyric, Lighten Up Online, Candelabrum, and Autumn Sky Poetry Daily. He lives in Montreal.