The Network

I sense the web around me
close knit and impenetrable.
What is it? I wonder
Might be a stratagem to drag me into the fold.

I, for one, do not engage in calumny,
stay honest in my access. Insecurity kills  I have remained aloof,
turn apprehensive at this juncture.

My ears spurt up like the hare’s,
a tiny sound wakes me,
the eyes send  fear
are tired and weak.

The network could be a plot,
perhaps, an ambush to catch me
what could it be? I wonder
as I am insignificant.

Could this be an illusion?
If that be, it contributes to delight
Choose it should be so.
I yearn to be alone.