All in a quivers 🕷

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