A rainy morning, never so bewitching than a strode along,
As I floated in nature's scent, into a mystical world,
Or was it just nature itself showing mirages of dew in thin air?
As I delved deeper, there was a Spider,
Who said "How do you do?"
Was I in Far Far Away? I kept along,
My eyes drew to a display of sensational colors,
The strands from Spider's web glistened to the darling Sun.
The arachnid gave me a fright, with charm,
Eight legs, made my hair raise in fear and splendor,
His steps did not trammel the petals nearby,
But never did he spare a bug that invaded his woven Home,
The dance to death was seduction of life itself,
A grace and a delicacy that was brutal,
An nimble architect's home that snares the life of a bug,
Yet the bug danced its way, to give life to this surreal intent.
By
Daniel Aloysius Raymond
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This work is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-No Derivative Works 2.5 India License.
