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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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