lo, and behold

Stemming from my original mission to create 365 poems. A culmination of years past and days present.


22 August 2005

22: And When He Saw

A rush entangled; waiting for spiders to feed
gratefully escaped, for now. Good causes, albeit unknowingly.
The charity was all the same.

something special exchanged - not physical.
there was a hunt for the perfect gift.
the perfect prey
to feast another upon.
good for us all,
but truly only given to another.