Spider

I sit alone in my silken world.
Below me I see a crawling world of life,
Which I am eager to entrap.
I work with monstrous, meticulous care,
Weaving endless strands of silken death.
You fear and dread me
But I de net care at all as long
as I eat my fill
And drain the bleed of the living.

My web vibrates, my senses tingle
as I close in for the kill.
For a moment he struggles, then he
steps and all is still.
Back to my larder as the cold
wind blows, and night draws on
As I sink into an exhausted slumber.

Sean Conmy 3B

Spider

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