Spider-trap
As soft as a breeze
And covered in dew,
A trap for the tiny
Is waiting for you.
Wielding a poison
And a web full of glue,
An assassin is waiting -
Waiting for you.
There’s a slight little tremor,
You shivered in fear -
The spider has felt you,
And now it draws near.
Stay still in its web!
Don’t move a wing!
It can feel if you’re trembling,
It can feel everything!
Its legs are around you,
Eight eyes in your face -
Its fangs slide in swiftly,
The end of life’s race!
You’re packaged and twisted,
Covered in string,
You hang there immobile,
And sense everything.
You’re a meal on the wind,
You’re ‘ready to go’,
You’re fast food still living,
And fast food now slow …
Being an insect trapped in a spider’s web
