The
spider drops all the way down
The
web strings dangling from the ceiling to the floor
The
wind blowing makes no difference
The
spider knows it has a strong need to survive
On
the floor it runs along
Hiding
behind potted plants and stands
Playing
a game of hide and seek
The
spider knows its way
The
web strings anchor on designated spots
The
small preys will be intercepted...
The
web blocks will slowly hold the preys steady
Until
the spider returns for its feast
In
the distance the missing webs
It
looks normal hiding the strings of death
The
unweary preys will be trapped
The
death toll of web the unweary falls
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