Glimpse

The spider’s squandered his chances.

The fly sits on the shelf.

The sun preens itself in the mirror

Studying the glory of itself

Deposited on the mat

Early one morning

A furry centaur

A gift from cat

Half bloodied stalk

Half grey rat.

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