Webbed

The spiders are in the garden

working at a hurried pace.

 

Preparing the line

to catch

something on

which to dine.

 

Their collective eye,

looks as if it see's my face.

 

Perhaps I will hurry

out of the garden today

and all will be fine.

 

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Photograph of the tunnel spiders in the garden, mirrored/flipped.

Done