Smaller Gods
On a flower a spider wove
a web to catch the insects there.
Along came I, who watched him move
about the filaments with care.
I picked him up and carried then
to a flower close, nearby.
Did he offer up a hymn
as I brought him to more flies?
For that flower had much more,
but did the spider care?
Did he me soon ignore,
or worship with far off stare?
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