23 October 2012
*I'm sorry - it's early, it's awful, I'm exhausted!-
Silver threads of steel matter, A single swoop and it might shatter, Looks so weak yet feels so strong, Holds till dusk - so not that long.
Resting in your hidden cove, In your spider's grotto/grove, Waiting for ignorant flies, Or innocent flying passer-bys.
Just another spider's day, When spiders will come out to play.
Spider. • Opuss № I