Arachnid (Other) by quantumenterprises
The pollen-laden meadows ripple,
The seas of grass on hedgerows lap;
While clouds and swarms of insects wing,
Arachnid waits within her trap.
She'll hang so still and patiently,
This summer's day her time will come;
When tired and lazy meadow fly
Will blindly find the orb she's spun.
And so to dark, as insects roost,
To hide away from cooler air;
Arachnid labours half the night,
To spin and weave, and make repairs.
And with the dawn, and early dew,
Arachnid's orb of silk will shine;
But soon returns invisible,
To trap the lazy meadow fly.
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