Spider Woman Poem by Dave Shmave83

Her snare is striking, a display of brilliance.
Tear dropp gather, falling silently.
Earth wakes observant with her snare,
shimmers from warped tears.

Dew sparkles dazzle a morsel.
His volitation, powerful and swift,
shortened by her web.

She watched him, cunningly,
struggle in her secluded spun home,
squirming, tire..........powerless.

Her devious tenure of air and space,
trees, bush, abandoned soup cans,
invest for a meal.
He is incased in the unknown.