That leather skin of the spider
It's sudden jumps and skips and slides
Admiration warms the skull
eight legged hunter on the sill
Sun lighting it up like a tiny hindu god
It jumps down to the pot plants
pouncing on an insect almost a dance
sweet prey paralized at a glance
The warm concrete energizing the ground around
giving it energy again to dive back down
cleaning it's manables and unfolding it's legs
And keeping each one of those eyes in check
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