Sitting on my cobweb,
Predator at ease,
Hanging from the ceiling,
The climbing frame or trees.
Spindle-legged and delicate,
Deadly grace; I'm sleek.
Pretence of tiny insect,
I'm anything but meek.
Preying on the unsuspecting,
Leaping into life,
Accuracy and sheer skill,
Pincers? Sharp as knife.
Watching, always watching,
Just a breath away,
Even as the seasons change,
My web will always stay.
Duster me with arrogance,
Rid me with your chores,
I'll just spin another web,
And catch more with my claws.
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