Spindle, spindle spiders web sow and weave stitch and cast. Raising up my deadly mast.
Wrap and roll my tasty catch, put away for midnight snacks. Flies and bugs, all I love, wrapped in my larder in a silky glove.
Sunlight haze and dew drop days shining through my silky maze, beauty within my woven snare.
Enter insects if you dare…