.unappreciated.

A small black fly

Moulders in the sticky strands of a spider web.

Lucky for him,

Or perhaps not,

The greedy spider that set this trap had himself

Become a light snack for a larger and more greedy creature.

Thus the fly has time to contemplate his new fate:

Death by starvation,

Mere inches from the squashed grape

That attracted him to this corner in the first place.

But the fly does not pity himself in his last moments.

The fly is dreaming great dreams of flying

Flying unencumbered by the sticky web

Of finding buttered crumbs forgotten

And rejoicing in his secret fortune.

The sweetly sour scent of a rotten grape wafts around the dead fly

Unappreciated.