Portia
How cunning and sly,
This ingenious guy,
Deceitful and shrewd,
The way he wooed,
Appeared to be prey,
Mimicked the day,
With waves of vibration he was able to stay,
Hunting your own kind,
Would be labeled a crime,
But not in the realm of corrupted times,
Instinctive behavior to ruin the race,
This time he stepped into the wrong webs place.
By: Sabina Nicole
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