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Trapped inside a jam jar,. Not yet to know my fate,. Only waiting, time will tell,. For it could be too late,. The glass is cold and shiny,. But the air is thick and warm,. Sickly sweet, no oxygen,.
Ok, so you're an ant. You have thousands of friends, so long as you pull your weight and do your job. The colony just gets bigger and bigger, that familiar smell warms you to the core.
*I'm sorry - it's early, it's awful, I'm exhausted!- #HalloweenParty #Spiders Silver threads of steel matter, A single swoop and it might shatter, Looks so weak yet feels so strong, Holds till...
The wings vibrated faster than the human eye could see... I really could not help myself.. The hate towards these things was growing in me... Maybe Spy6 was right...
Bumble bee bumble bee. How you do interest me. Buzzing around. With your colours for all to see. Yellow and black. Like the stars on the sky. Wings on your back. And kaleidoscope eyes.
#household Bob was a happily married house fly, Who liked to eat fruit and buzz lazily by. He was blessed with 2 beautiful larvae and a wife, Whose constant complaining usually ended in strife.
Last night I saw a spider up apon my wall, I knew 'cos I had seen it I would not sleep at all, Spiders can be tiny or huge hairy things, Like long stick shaped monsters or creepy fat rings.
Why is everyone so scared of me. They attack with their hands, they needn't be I'm only trying to help, don't you think. Slowly but surely, we're going extinct Can you help us, don't you see.
A flies point of view, Yeeeesss, the sun. It looks so pretty, wow I didn't remember the sun being so close, I'm going to land on the sun, the freakin' sun. Getting warmer, no actually getting....
There was once a terrible monster lived in a pond, deep under the water.
Our story follows Martin, A Mosquito through and through, But although he seems quite normal, He hides a secret from me and you, As he buzzes to your ear, Like any other of his kind, Just to see if...
You're so tiny, you're so small, It seems you're barely there at all, Somehow your size is the death of you, Something so small can't have feelings, is their view, Broken bodies between the...
You sneaky little thing. I very nearly missed you... It's not surprising, you're upside down on the floor. Oh wait... I'm the one that's upside down. But you're still on the floor.
We move as one, across the smooth terrain that is The Window Sill. Many have journeyed. Few, returned.