Unrivalled, the spinner,
intent on the task,
exuding,
controlling the yarn,
Four to the left,
four to the right,
light foosteps,
spinneret charm.
Tangled the cables,
coiled for effect,
cushioned to nest,
to ensnare,
Sonar, so plucked,
message relayed,
advancement of mate
with a dare.
Captvity calls,
tightened the threads,
matured in
hungering thirst,
Escape impossible,
tho’ eyes all around,
serviced, betrayed
by bloodlust.
Filigree’d netting,
coating of tack,
a lick and a spit,
paint the web,
Ravelled in silk,
by finest cord bound,
anaesthetised, numbed,
not yet dead.
scottishmomus 