04-05-2018, 09:19 AM
Motherly Love
A spider, dark as eyeshadow,
approaches an entangled fly.
Its fangs have remain sharp
after so much use,
legs still slender and delicate.
The web vibrates with death throes,
soon it will be winter.
A bundle of eggs hear their mother work,
while we pretend not to look down.
A spider, dark as eyeshadow,
approaches an entangled fly.
Its fangs have remain sharp
after so much use,
legs still slender and delicate.
The web vibrates with death throes,
soon it will be winter.
A bundle of eggs hear their mother work,
while we pretend not to look down.
Time is the best editor.