Amidst the swirling, mountain mist -|
The early morning's sacred breath -
Among a clump of wild bamboo
The spider spins her web of death.
A fractal woven of gossamer thread
Is the venue for the duel
I never thought that Nature
Could be so heartless and so cruel.
Once more, a hapless suitor
Has met his gruesome end
And, yet again, without a pause,
The Black Widow spins and mends.
P.S. Written for cherryk's challenge but ended up with 2 extra lines so I wasn't able to enter it. I thought I'd post it anyway. If you're interested the words required for the challenge were: mist: bamboo; duel; never; without:;
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