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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
Erika Kind said:
Deadly artwork!
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Dorinda Duclos said:
Isn’t it incredible! I’m so glad the sun bounced off it or I never would have seen it!!
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Erika Kind said:
Although I don’t like spiders at all, their nets amaze me. Great catch, Dorinda!
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Dorinda Duclos said:
Nature’s artwork 🙂 Thanks!
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WaltPage said:
Great poem and a wonderful photo! ☺❤
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Dorinda Duclos said:
Thanks so much, Walt! ❤ 🙂
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WaltPage said:
You’re very welcome! ☺❤
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overthehillontheyellowbrickroad said:
I often marvel at spider webs. There are huge ones on my front porch. Genius.
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Dorinda Duclos said:
‘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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overthehillontheyellowbrickroad said:
Yeah, walking through one is the worst!
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Dorinda Duclos said:
Although, I understand many a new dance step was created by doing this 😉
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overthehillontheyellowbrickroad said:
Ha ha!
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