Flos Aranearum
Amongst the petals in bloom,
Hidden along the folds,
Sits a garden heirloom.
Flower crab spider, beholds.
Though static she may be,
Her heart still pumps.
Thoughts, instincts, in harmony
All before she jumps.
Roses are her strongholds,
Deceptively beautiful and sweet,
Till flies she holds
Enjoying their tender meat.
And though I watch
To bitter end.
I judge not
My little friend.
For her my thoughts relume
This precious life.
Beautifully it hangs, in doom,
On the edge of a knife.
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