The Spider

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Gracefully Arachne spode upon her web of light,

glistening with beads of dew left by the cool of night.

 

Thin, delicate predator, upon her web she hideth.

When caught up in her web, the garden's pests she spideth.

 

A gift of grace, she fell from the sky, coming down unbidden.

Guardian of the garden, lo, these many months she hath spidden.

 

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