Moths fly in flocksin my dream, Spidersride their backsbinoculars at all eyes.Predator owns the meat,venom at the fangdrips down the reinsscopulas grip tight.The threat of death makes moths fly longer than they should.Heavy burden to carryeight legs more your own.Spider’s spurscan not keep the moth from a porch light.So strong that pull,positively phototactic!Oh spider, you can ride a moth and steer it some,but never can you make it NOTContinueContinue reading “Poetry: Spiders Dream”