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What lies in wait, ethereal, shimmers
That send chills up and down your spine
Masked by sunlight’s colorful prism
She blends with the tree, so divine
Moving about, in perfect symmetry
Each thread, woven with expertise
A spinneret, is all she requires
As she patiently waits, by the trees
To capture that which she can enjoy
Poor moth, his death is most certain
By the simple thread of a spider’s trap
On his life, she has closed the curtain
Poem and Photo ©2018 Dorinda Duclos All Rights Reserved
Deadly artwork!
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Isn’t it incredible! I’m so glad the sun bounced off it or I never would have seen it!!
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Although I don’t like spiders at all, their nets amaze me. Great catch, Dorinda!
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Nature’s artwork 🙂 Thanks!
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Great poem and a wonderful photo! ☺❤
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Thanks so much, Walt! ❤ 🙂
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You’re very welcome! ☺❤
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I often marvel at spider webs. There are huge ones on my front porch. Genius.
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‘m still trying to figure out how they get from one side to the other when they first start! They fascinate me, as long as I’m not walking through one LOL
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Yeah, walking through one is the worst!
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Although, I understand many a new dance step was created by doing this 😉
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Ha ha!
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