Poetry from Brianna Dawn.

2 and 8

spiders probably fear us,
completely bewildered by
the looming fleshy beings
able to briskly walk upright
on two legs and box up their
vision within a pair of eyes
clinging to their webs,
a prickle of fear wraps
around their necks
they must think us made of
a strange magic,
not needing
4 pairs of legs and eyes
in order to survive

written by Tiny Fawns for daily prompt: prickle

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