Web

Watch me weave this web,
With a twirl and a spin.
From the left to the right,
And all the designs within.

my decorative home hides,
Within the dark corners of your dwelling.
My eight thin legs can catch you,
By their prickly ends of swelling.

Glance at your tiny reflection,
Upon my round shaped head,
Kiss me on my twitching mouth,
As I dance upon my bed.

Eight marionette needles,
Poking from here to there.
My bite only hurts a second,
Touch my web... If you dare.

Stare at the threads I weave,
As I becon you in.
Peer upon my prancing form,
I am your favorite kin.

Web




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