Spinning tales 
of countless encounters 
Somehow, 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 
treasure or trouble… 
Have even little time 
to mate 
Don't worry about 
cheating
there is no love left 
in the one, 
you just ate
…
matter of fact
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 
all there is 
tomorrow
never comes
So, now spin your web
Capture the morning mist
let sunlight kiss the dew…
and with the winds touch 
make sail 
the sinews become your instrument 
whose touch allows 
you to “see” what’s on the wire
whether it's to ensnare
and capture a quick bite 
or run for your life
Now a readymade meal
perhaps one 
for later 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
as enemies are many…
No time left 
for fun 
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