October 18, 2012

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  Winter Spider   

   

  The spider threads its silky floss

  Across the edge of time

  Filiform spews from her spinerette

  An almost invisible gossamer

   

  Arachnida busies herself never stops

  Her matchless artistry a marvel to behold

  Silvery veins of spit drawn on air

  Fasten delicate filament to lifeless twigs

   

  Autumnal flies have disappeared

  Arachnida's sustenance perished

  She retreats into my welcoming cellar

  And slows her pace to feed on water-bugs

   

   

   

   

  • 10:50 am
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