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A Spider ©

Anne Dickson
Irvine, Scotland

I have a spider in my room.
I watch it all the time.
It is busy spinning webs
So strong and looks just fine.

The insects they don't know it,
But the web is just a trap.
The spider sits there waiting
For that unsuspecting sap.

The insects they fly into it
And they get tangled up.
There's no way to escape it,
As they really do get stuck.

The spider spins web round it
And wraps it really tight.
It makes sure it will not escape,
As it's dinner for that night.

My mother she came in the room
And dusts the web away.
The spider just starts over
And spins another web that day

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