stitch by stitch,
spun to draw you in.
Delicate web woven tight,
your legs sure to stick within.
Where I am and where I have been,
what life will bring me,
I wonder again.
Dew drops stick and glisten,
I feel them as I listen.
Like tiny heartbeats,
they draw you near, bringing fear.
I wait a day, maybe more,
until you scamper across the threads,
to my webbed door.
I take you in, but not for love,
you feed me, fill me, complete me.
Senses tell me this life is repetitive,
wondering what happens next,
I crawl back and wait again.