The Great Attercop

Wandering the cobbled roads of Boston’s misty night The stars spun like dew in spiders’ web glistening with delight Low I came to a bridge, stone and fair and white Over Charles’ river dark it reflected pale and bright Looking off the bridge of stone, at the river ever changing The starry night, the bridge of white, fragmented, rearranging As if under Charles' influence, every molecule trembled in its ebb Which finally shook a sparkling star from night's illusive web I watched the falling star dive, it dove with fiery might When a great shadowed beast sprung across the night It could not escape the Attercop who fed with great delight She who spins the starry night with four pair spindly legs And month by month rolls the moon, her hanging sack of eggs When the moon 'gins to wain her children descend and brightly sing Filling the night sky anew, with stars, which hang from silky string And if her children attempt escape, to dart or flash away She scoops them in ominous jaws, like crocodile's prey Fear the Great Attercop in night, for dire is her sting And on wandering children verdant, she is known to spring Stay my child in your bed, sleep neat until the dawn For it is the flesh of infancy she feeds her offspring on Finishing Line Press. Book FAREWELL TO THE DUST, by C. S. Leaf avalible March 2008 www.FinishingLinePress.com