Wiry silver threads
Enlongated under hall cupboards
By the stairs
Weaved by a six-legged weaver
Everyone admires the
Beauty of their craft
Wafting around in the draft of the house
Every insect around knows
Bristles of doom await
While the spiders home hangs around
Every fly prays for a
Brush or feather duster
When any insect
Even attempts to escape
Back comes the spider
Wiry and Delicate
Every flies nightmare
Beckons
Inkdrop is freelance writer with a passion for exploring the intersections between nature, architecture, and artistic expression. With a background in computing, and writing – his pen name harks back to when he played around with rhymes and a fountain pen. Now joined by a selection of created photos from an acquired DSLR camera He shares insights with scribblers of all backgrounds. Outside of visiting museums and exploring the latest in exhibits , he enjoys walking through the countryside in pursuit of the next rainbow.
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