Company of its prey

"Like a lullaby in the
wind, in webs the spiders
lay, Waiting for a fancy
feast, the company of its
Prey, With tiny fangs and
beady eyes', A masterpiece against
the skies, to glisten like silk well spun
This design of death
Lays waiting
In shadows by the sun".

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