All in a quivers 🕷

The whistling wind is wafting thru the alleyway 
There won’t be any cobwebs left dangling in the crevasses today
Though I can see a solitary spider hanging on for sheer life, as the bitter cold blusteriness cuts through it’s bulbous body like a knife

I wouldn’t wanna be a spider at all
Out in all elements at Mother Earth’s beck and call
But I guess they will be well used to holding on
hiding in the cracks of the corners until the storminess has gone
I would say Oh poor little mite as it shudders and shivers but that black hairiness sends me all in a quivers