An old dark forest put white weightless nets.
It’s small brown spiders stretched them between leaves.
An autumn morning breathed with greyish haze,
dressing thin threads in lots of gleaming beads.
The greyish haze was catching in big hands
Awoken insects wrapping wings in steam.
A small blue butterfly not being able
To bear moisture fell in stretched grid.
The one was trembling in the flexible threads.
They had been shuddering and lots of drops
fell down the net. The hunter rubbed thin legs.
It wished the victim at the autumn dawn.
Two light-blue wings had turned into two grey
quite shabby plates. The butterfly didn’t yield.
The brown spider tried to throw new threads.
The victim vanished saved by gust of wind.
by Thea Ariss
03.09.2024
An old dark forest put white weightless nets
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