He descended,
Right in front of me
Like a soldier
Seeking to ambush
His enemy.
I quivered
At the sight of
The scary spider,
which dropped from the sky;
Swinging on invisible threads.
Butterflies,
beautiful ones
Hung upon his dome;
Their welcome was heard,
And their invite eternal
I marveled,
Thinking in between
Of the serenity
Of the mighty willow’s
Ways of death.
Copyright © 2010 Leslie Alexis
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