There it is, the grass thickens -
The flowers bloom and then the...
rains set in. the window creaks
for an inch and settles in to sheer stillness.
The cobweb over the left hand corner sparkles and shakes.
The small spider looks out through the web and thinks
about his place.
Dangling on delicate ropes wrapped around him.
He is 'free', but he is also well-entangled.
The web is so small and the outlook wide.
The meadows beyond are brown.
The spider loves brown.
This is what he knows.
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