The Spider of the Night

The Spiders home
So small so thin,
Do you ever think
Where's she's never been?

She spins her home
Then just waits
Hoping for a meal
At her gate.

You'll never see
A tear she might shed
For getting love
Her mate does dread.

Saunter to the web
Is what he must do
Hoping she doesn't
Turn him to stew.

A simple life
Like so very many
Exiled to ground
With legs so skinny.

 Feared by many
When sneaking around
Heavy breath
Does abound.
Kenneth Fordham 9-25-2017
Copyright © | Year Posted 2017

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