A SPIDER’S SECRET

my eight legs are metal guns.

each step I take creates craters

yet my web never tears,

strong enough to capture 10 times its weight.

 

what happens if one of my legs falls off?

what happens when my web crumbles?

what happens when I destroy the web?

 

Humans fear me.

if I had the heart of a lion,

I would -

enter your bedroom while you dream of princesses;

crawl up your favourite pink strawberry shortcake pyjamas;

whisper a golden secret into your ear -

“I actually fear you, giant Humans. “

 

 

-Nilofer Ashraff

Posted on September 1, 2011, in Poetry. Bookmark the permalink. 1 Comment.

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