Web Weaver

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    Web Weaver
    A song sung in silk-thread
    Patient spider
    Lingering spider
    Waiting and wanting spider
    Then the vibration
    Suddenly the pounce
    Hunter spins it's silk
    Tireless spider
    Woven ambush
    Loitering, abiding spider
    New prey
    Join the other dead
    A song sung in silk-thread.

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    If I feel physically as if the top of my head were taken off, I know that is poetry.

    Emily Dickinson (1830-1886) American poet.

    Pavlos47’s Poems (13)

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