To know a spider is a special thing
Because she has much to tell you
Of climbing whole mountains made of fruit
And building a home with a shell
She'll tell of every place she's lived
In trees both big and small
But the most exciting thing she saw
Was the parking lot of a shopping mall.
"I don't have feasts everyday"
She recounts in mournful tone
But at least she won't go far from home
To eat creatures that once had flown
She's never gone near a water spout
Her grandpa told all about
A far off cousin in distant land
Who could never quite walk right again.
She loves her many legs and eye
And summer days spent eating flies
And when her elder husband dies
She says she'll be a widow.
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A Collection of Poems
PoetryA description can say a lot, and it can say a little; so can a poem. Guess you'll just have to find out what it's gonna say.
