Spider
SPIDER
Near invisible
But strong
To reach with lace fingers
This gifted mite would weave his cunning art
His task
With tireless purpose
Comes a swinging
Be it light or in the dark
Come then
Hide now
In my castle’s corners
I’ll not a meal deny thee nor harm
Climb safely make a start
Dave Austin
Copyright © Daver Austin | Year Posted 2016
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