Acantholycosa
If I, the fly, upon the wall
were, all but none the wiser,
then I would spy the wicked weave of me, myself, the spider.
But neigh,'tis not. What caveat!
My prey heeds not, by nature.
For "something wicked this way comes",
an understated danger.
Copyright © Sophia Valentina | Year Posted 2014
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