By the light of an android torch,
down a pitch black path I went.
To a dark door, unsuspecting.
Fronds brushed my face.
I slowed, and stood in doubt.
Have I the right house?
Plucking up courage
from an empty store,
I found my feet did move some more.
I follow fading flagstones,
and there, in moonlit outline,
the door.
“Moria”, I think.
I move to step into the pale pool of moonlight,
but blunder into an unseen itchy web,
face first.
Snapping its strong strands,
I see, in periphery, its maker,
in seeming pensive regard of his prize.
I tremble.
The door opens.
A dwarf-sized figure appraises me, and giggles.
“Your pizza is here”, I say.
Aremyfeetofftheground 
Reblogged this on chopkins2x3 and commented:
If you haven’t read Lee’s work, you’re missing out. Reblogging here as a public service…he will make you smile and often LOL
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Thanks so much, Carol!
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You are most welcome. I do enjoy your posts and hope others will too.
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omg how many times has this happened to me – I especially despise cobwebs across my face….so well written, as always…this is superb, Lee.
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==giggle==
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