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Arachnid…
Spinning tales
Of countless encounters
Somehow, you’ve survived…
Potential harm …to every arm…
Even with eight …so easily, they break…
A willing sacrifice… to attack, evade…
Make swiftly …your escape
So short …your lives…
Eyes…
You see eight times
The treasure …or trouble…
Have even …little time to mate
There is no love …in…
You see…
Skill reserved …to capture and distract…
Killing prey …is just a fact…
Tending web… or fending for young…
All for one …means hit
And run…
Today’s survival …is all there is…
When tomorrow
Never …comes…
So, now…
Spin your web
And capture the morning mist…
Let sunlight kiss the dew…
And with the winds touch…
Make a sail…
The sinews become your instrument
Whose touch …allows you…
To “see” what’s …on the wire…
Whether to ensnare and capture
With a quick bite
Now …a ready made meal…
Perhaps …one…
…for later on tonight…
Or will it be …a hasty retreat…
A quick run for shelter
Or a fantastic leap…
A new adventure …each day…
Every …single… one…
Enemies …are many…
No time left
…for fun…
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