A Spider’s Chronicles
Webs of silk
Sipping fervently
tea in my hands
I spot a spider
hanging at tangent angles
from a wall corner
palps pulsating
picking up the vibrations
spinnerets gushing liquid silk
waiting for the breeze to lift
tentacles busy spinning webs of
wrappings
and trappings
and safety lines
in a web of deceit
Turning silk into fiber
stronger than steel
tougher than Kevlar
thin and flexible
O, why are you afraid of such a wonder
for it weaves silk not produce thunder
a humble creature
minding it’s own business
ocelli waiting stoically for it’s prey
eight eyes popping your and my way
for it too feasts
to satisfy it’s hunger
Here comes the usher
with sticks
and brooms
scared of the unknown
he destroys it’s home
tearing into the webs of silk
tightrope walking
the spider refuses to quit
the attacker persists
Leaving the spider
with nothing to do
eating it’s own curated web in dismay
is the only solution
for this is survival
the law of the land
the usher is but antithetical to the spider
who is more vicious
you decide
the quintessential usher
or the spider who left
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