29 May 2012
You spin a web,
Of silver thread,
And taunt me as-
I go to bed...
You inspire fear,
Despite your size,
Smother in cobwebs,
The bugs and flies.
Spindly legs,
And delicate stealth,
Silvery nests of-
Unique wealths.
Spider, spider,
Why then do I fear?
Your beauty when-
You dwell so near?
Spiders. • Opuss № I