match box divided in cubicles
housing six master weavers
treated as pet and a fighter
daily feed with fly or mosquito
a dropp of water is helpful too
isolation makes them angrier
their hairs start to fade away
time to release; set them free
to place you caught them play
they live short, longer than fly
yellow eggs; what they have
thousand legs when they hatch
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