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Awaiting His Prey

High on the ceiling corner, hanging net strong in its world, eight bitty eyes peer out as it awaits with forbearance for victims.
None today, maybe a feasible fly tomorrow.
I sleep now.
It walks away into the night, lost like my wondering silent mind.
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