Prompt #9 (Spider Poem – couldn’t help myself)

I sit in my bathtub, 
after a long hard day 
to soak in my tired bones.
Just then, I come across
an arachnid with 8 legs
making its way peacefully
to weave a golden orb.

Spidey spidey
your golden orb
is a work of art
glistening in the sun,
you lay the trap
to catch your prey.

Spidey spidey
what did your web catch?
I hope your web was strong enough to latch…



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