Parachuting~

(A morbid poem on death and physics.)

A spider lying on its back,
Its legs now still and no more attack,
Silent death has come to call,
And nothing now will break its fall.

But why does this arachnid so small,
When death claims it, it takes a fall?
Why must it flip over and die,
Each time it must bid life goodbye?

The answer is a simple one,
Though it may not be much fun.
For spiders, legs are like wheels,
And on its back, their fate it seals.

When death claims a spider's life,
Its muscles lose all strength and strife,
And in their final moments here,
Their legs give out and disappear.

The spider then falls to the ground,
Its legs no longer to be found.
And as it tumbles to the floor,
Its body lands upon its dorsal core.

So next time you see a spider die,
And wonder why it flips on by,
Just remember this fact we know,
It's simply physics - not a show.

Once a sparrow, free and bright,
Its wings were made to take in flight,
But now it lies, forever still,
Death's grip upon it, to fulfill.

Why must this bird succumb,
To death's call, and lie so numb?
Its fate, it seems, to meet demise,
Midst leaves and twigs, a nest despised.

With feathers ruffled, soul now gone,
Its frail form, no longer prone
To fly and sing and seek out trees,
Now still, it lies, with chilly breeze.

As its spirit takes to sky,
Its mortal form, a sight that lies,
With wings once nimble, fleet,
Now rest beneath its clawed feet.

So heed this lesson, worth the know,
The sparrow falls, as all must go,
Just physics, this sad display,
As nature claims the end of day.

~Danielbird