Gossamer sheets

Spread far and wide

Nowhere to run

Nowhere to hide

Oh, what a nightmare

Painted above

The smallest of creatures

For the feast there of

Silently creeping

All legs and eyes

High upon perch

A torrent of spies

Watching and waiting

Testing the will

Of the ones that will die

While getting their fill

Author: What Words May Come

Hopeless romantic; joker; father and grandfather; husband; sportsman; part-time writer;

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