A spiders meal

by rene   Aug 7, 2005


He watches as his prey fight to be free,
He laughs as his prey cries its helpless pleas,
And he smiles after his meal, me.

Now, he waits at his trap between the trees
To watch another prey to struggle to be free,
To laugh at its helpless pleas,
And to devour it, just like me.

this is like the weirdest poems i have wrote
:)

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