The Shadow Knows
"Will you walk into my parlor?" said the spider to the fly;Carved pumpkins, black cats, goblins, children dressed as princesses, superheroes, cowboys and cats; lawns decorated with orange lights, scarecrow, bats and those tacky blow up monsters and ghosts.... Yes, it's Halloween! A few trees have filmy white strands hanging from their branches and giant pipecleaner and styrofoam spiders dangling close by. Not so at our house. The huge garden spiders have been busy weaving giant webs, night after night, quietly they spin; lost, hidden in the darkness....only their SHADOW gives them away.
'Tis the prettiest little parlor that ever you did spy.
The way into my parlor is up a winding stair,
And I have many pretty things to show when you are there.
Alas, alas! How very soon this silly little Fly,
Hearing his wily, flattering words, came slowly flitting by;
With buzzing wings she hung aloft, then near and nearer drew,
Thinking only of her brilliant eyes, and green and purple hue --
Thinking only of her crested head -- poor foolish thing! At last,
Up jumped the cunning Spider, and fiercely held her fast.
He dragged her up his winding stair, into his dismal den,
Within his little parlor -- but she ne'er came out again!
And now dear little children, who may this story read,
To idle, silly flattering words, I pray you ne'er give heed:
Unto an evil counselor, close heart and ear and eye,
And take a lesson from this tale, of the Spider and the Fly."
~ Mary Howitt (1799-1888)
The Spider and the Fly (l. 1-4, 34 - 44)
Welcome, brave "trick or treaters"!
(Add sound effects: maniacal laughter in the dark, howling wolves in the distance)
Submission for Moody Monday topic "dark". (end of post)