The Song of the Arachnid

Glimpse a lacework of diamonds  
glistening gloriously in the sun. 
 
Spy a spider crawling quietly  
across a tightrope 
follow her as she swings with grace  
to the other side. 
 

Watch her weave a mesh of silk strands 
follow her as she drops  
to the ground.  
 

See her scuttle to a crumbled shelter, 
she loves an Autumn gift. 
 

Drainpipe touches brickwork, 
feel the warmth within. 
Rain threatens to drown the ground, 
and all who dwell within. 

 
Look! She feels her way through cervices made to fit. 
Perfect for her abdomen physique.  
Exoskeleton, four pairs of legs 
many eyes gleam. 

Humans, with our web of lies  
Can she sense the fear in my eyes? 
A broken home heedlessly brushed aside. 
Phobia! Fright!  
Scream of dread 
let her run free or 
end up dead.