O eight-legged one...

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Mad Musings

   

O eight-legged one, you've been my familiar

   all through this Winter season

Trapped between screen and a pane of glass,

   an intricate web you've woven, though I've

   yet to see you catch a single meal

What hardship to depend on the blood of 

   those wandering too close to your

   silken snare

Do you wait for a day of vernal breezes

   when I throw open my bedroom window

   again so then you might make an escape

   

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