She dances delicate on silk
a creature of the air, but yet of earth
suspended silently she waits
around her, light is shim’ring bent
She is of fascination and of fear,
the maker and the huntress too
deceiver, weaver, beguiler
and yet, one clap, she is no more.
Yesterday, while I was at work, I suddenly had a spot swimming before my eyes. It took me a moment to realize that the “spot” was not something in my eye, but rather, a tiny spider dangling from the office ceiling about a foot and a half (45 cm) in front of my face. Because of slight air currents causing the spider to move ever-so-slightly, it took me a few seconds to properly focus…hence my comment about “bending light”. My eyes hurt for a while, due to my lack of ability to properly focus, but Ms. Spider did not survive the encounter. Alas.
shared this with dVerse for OLN.