Haiku

poor little spider
to have four times the number
of our aching feet
 
sam versus the orcs
a little lord of the ring
in the tower's shade
 
once was Saruman
more than just a pretty coat
and a skillful tongue
 
Dry and dusty wings
Flitting about, annoying…
Destined for the Swat.
 
Moths, men, similar:
Impossible to avoid.
And they persevere.
 
woman is flighty
like a feather in the wind
(stealing from Verdi)

ETA: ~ chi su quel seno, non liba amore! ~
 
Grey day. Weighty mind.
Life's sameness grinding slowly.
Ennui? Or routine?
 
Men say more, swear more,
Much in proof and in their vows
But little in love
(stealing from the bard)
 
the babbling gossip
cries out for Olivia
but don't count on it
 
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