A spider clings to the brick and mortar wall
Facing the setting southwestern Sun
A sack of a thousand eggs hangs from her backside
Meticulously thrown over her abdomen
She watches wearily for saboteurs
Or watches hungrily for prey to quench her thirst
Her web ripples slightly from a hidden breeze
Giving the illusion of her dancing
To a lost tribal mamba
Apr 29, 2012
Apr 29, 2012 at 9:36 AM UTC
A spider clings to the brick and mortar wall
Facing the setting southwestern Sun
A sack of a thousand eggs hangs from her backside
Meticulously thrown over her abdomen
She watches wearily for saboteurs
Or watches hungrily for prey to quench her thirst
Her web ripples slightly from a hidden breeze
Giving the illusion of her dancing
To a lost tribal mamba
a spider that i talked to at work, she gave birth and died shortly thereafter.
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