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Spider Branches Legging Across The Land

Things aren’t always what they seem, look closely when you walk what is really there?

Which is the true reality?


Spider branches legging across the land,

grey and crackled

encrusted with dead eyes.


Snaffling beside the path,

lurking in the green,

donning false colours

hidden, not seen. The spider limbs

twitching into life, as with a spring

it pounced and struck.


The unwary, had definitely ran out of luck.


Belly filled it lurched,

returning to its lair beside the cycle path.

Dormant for a while,

digestive juices working hard

then, as its stomach rumbled

It stumbled back into life.



Its spider branches legging across the land,

grey and crackled

and encrusted with dead eyes.