To a Spider

Wriggling legs and fat round body
The window pane holds no fear
For you can climb that cold flat surface
Even tho’ its sheer.

You run so fast across the carpet
Escape my cat’s great chase
The distance you cover is quite disturbing
All o’er the place.

Later I watch you weave with wonder
Your web holds flies and rain
A tasty treat for lunch or dinner
Cat’s chase again.

Your wriggly legs and too enticing
That fat body too much fun
You eat the fly then cat swallows
You in the sun.


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