Tale of Caution – part 2

Color me surprised
when the sundew
has a change of heart.
To swallow the prey
or toy with it some more.
When the drosera cries
you know you’re in for a show.
Rehashing the battle,
prisoners of war unsure
of where they belong anymore.
Like a moth to flame,
I fall into the web
as the sweet fragrance
of sundew flower
weaves a chimera of
magic and hope.
Fly close and fall prey
to sweet sticky tentacles
closing over you.
Choking the life,
the happiness out of you.
‘The sheer beauty
of your shining traps’
may seduce the innocent
But not the wised up
not anymore.


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