The Unfortunate Spider
He lilts upon a silken bed,
gossamer beauty in his web,
a small figure of black and red,
cliché yes, but it must be said
that I am amazed by the sight,
glints of fleet, yellowed sunlight,
the strands wave as if in flight,
briefest flash of purest white…
But he spun his web in my
bathroom, so…WHAM!!
Copyright © David Welch | Year Posted 2018
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