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.