Softly swaying in the sweet breeze,
The web's contents more bountiful than ever.
There is a feast to be held, an all out smorgasboard of insect corpus
yet where is the matron of honour and skill?
A look closer will tell us that the host hangs dead,
A lifeless corpse swaying in the sweet sweet breeze.
Chilled and killed by an Autumn shudder
and left in the corner all year.
A life without meaning? Never.
A life worthless? Not a chance.
Just a life cut short, as all things are,
And swaying in the breeze.
Author notes
about a spider i found swaying in he breeze.
*growls from my corner*
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yuck! the thought of a spider swaying in the breeze makes me gag. haha,
however this poem is quite swell buddy!!
i may hate spiders, but i suuuure don't hate this
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wow... this is extrmemely amazing. lol. beautiful
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thank you ^^
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Ahhhh to zee spiders.
Anywho, coolness.
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dark... very good though... i likey
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