WEDNESDAY WRITING
again, og fiction escapes me. SO. In the meantime, have a lil spider propaganda
In Praise of an Arachnid
A tiny, fragile creature can’t withstand the human finger. Her large, dark eyes take in a world many millions times her size
She crawls this world with no true malice Her one purpose restores balance but oft will fear incur.
Her home is made adorned with lace And dew bedecks it in morning grace Or rain will catch the light like gems Such beauty has no match
Of strongest silk her house is made Also acting as her finest aid from gravity or danger
She might hunt or she might wait Or mayhaps a woven cave create Her ways so subtle, yet so sly To seize the swift mosquitoes
She may be cute, and yet ornate from eye to tarsus, or all eight God’s gorgeous little spider