Grace
Stripes on
spider legs, how beautiful they
must be to
spiders. How long and lovely,
agile, like
thin boned fingers threading
a needle. The
embodiment of grace,
walking on
walls, ceilings, and water,
dangling
from every surface.
Skittering
across kitchen floors like
ballet dancers
rushing on and off stage
to form a
union of organized flurry.
Such design
to give so many eyes
to view the
world, to give the will
to weave string
into webs, the work
to capture mammal
dreams to ponder
like reading
tomes of books, something
to be
watched and observed, if not less
than, at the
very least, equals on this earth.
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