Web: A Poem
A translucent web stretches across branches,
Delicately balancing between opposite sides,
The morning sun reflects off drops of dew,
On this beautiful trap for passersby,
A work of art with a poisonous purpose,
Carefully crafted by a master webber,
She works tirelessly to create a gossamer net,
In which to catch her thrashing meal,
And then eat and nap on her glistening hammock.
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