The fly

 

Invisible threads woven in air

They shine only when a ray gleams on them

She didn't know that it was a web,

Till she couldn't move a limb

Every time she made a feeble attempt to crawl out, the arachnid jumped to spew more threads from its underbelly

The entire web hangs in the air lightly, but is robust enough to hold an insect

It's watching her from the corner of its eye

She's stunned and feels its predatory presence all the time

There's no ancient fly wisdom to get her out 

No fable or myth that she can latch onto

No fables care about flies anyway

Fear engulfs her from all sides

Death is just a sting away

It's conjuring more silk to wrap it around her

He can't see her very well

But he can feel her throbs and pulses

She sees what's coming with a million eyes

And musters all her strength and before she is about to be coiled

She flaps and flaps 

And jets off.

The view of the mountains

 

Mountains are beautiful from a distance.

One can wish that the beautiful hues of sunrises and sunsets blanket the green and brown contours.

And wish the stars create a net of constellations over them,

Watching over them as they sleep gently.

But, 

There are dark caves underneath these towering figures.

And dormant magma sitting at their core for years.

One can wish for hovering murmurations in a myriad shapes around them.

Waterfalls gurgling and gushing down in excitement.

Watching the mountains for hours may just seem like a second.

Hollow hours filled with a view of the mountains.