Eddies of swirling water splashing us
as if the rivers fingers were reaching out to wave at us
Moss draped heated rocks
Arachnids await prey
My warnings come to late
I watch silken spun gossamer being torn asunder
spider loses carefully wrapped dinner
As I turn to leave the ash colored spider already begins to weave again
It's a reminder that life while fragile always beigins anew
Nature prevails
1 comment:
Mouse attack-- It's Cat. Love your new stuff. I miss the times when I would listen to you read me your words. Where is thst stuff you did with Ian. That was tiiight.
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