Web of Death
In her dark tunnel she hides
Lying in wait for the blazing sun
Dew drops clinging to her web
Breathing quietly // with the patience of Job…
Knowing lunch comes as soft breezes blow.
Her web of death // spun for unwitting insects
Entangled in her shimmering threads.
Thin as fiber optics… strong as steel
Once entangled // they are her next meal
From her tunnel of darkness she emerges
Like a horror on the fun-house ride
One venomous bite // and it’s all over
Then she’s back inside
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Photo: Dwight L. Roth
Brilliant! Love the picture too.
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Thank you. I found it up on Grandfather Mountain!
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Loved the rhymes in this
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Thank you. I appreciate your comments.
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Great
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A lesson in patience.
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She has to eat too…
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yes, just like we do!
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