Her Net Is Cast – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon


Photo: Orb Weaver out front of the house on a full moon.

“Once you begin watching spiders, you haven’t time for much else.” E.B. White

Her Net Is Cast

Watch out moon, you're much too close,
nothing an orb likes more than collecting
golden orbs, and though the night is darker
now, you shine the clearest path, and she
may suddenly dart across her gossamer road
and snare you unawares, her net is cast and 
you are near, beware her hidden smile.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

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