The spider creeps, the spider crawls,
Within dark corners & forgotten walls,
Spinning & weaving her only wares,
Her traps, for victims unawares,
Salivary silk, her garb & only home,
Where she sits & waits all alone,
As quiet as a dead saint´s whisper,
Only eyes of bead shine & glister,
Upon lacy mists of soft webs spun,
Diamond dew-drops shine in the sun,
How little we understand or care,
For this delicate creature that frightens &scares,
So small & still, with no interest in man,
Yet we eliminate with one step & slap of a hand.
No comments:
Post a Comment