Attracted to the spider,
To it's web
And and it's bite.
The boundaries
Stick and preserve to my
Wings and feet.
I tell the spider,
“I love you many legs, many eyes,
Spinner, hunter;
I love you.”
I do not understand as he speaks,
‘tic, tic.”
Bundled I am dazed
I am to be of nourishment.
I am one with closed eyes.
A jewel, sweet to the taste.
© 09-Oct-1993 Sonja J. Phinney
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