'The Spider' by Alexandra Boyd Crotty
Sitting in a net
Of silvery slippery rope,
Waiting, until he met
The fly upon some soap.
The bathroom light glows
The spider sneaks and slows,
He shoots his web
Along the ground,
The fly is dead
Without a sound.
The fly lies
In a cast of web
Up the wall the spider flies,
Already fed.
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