Dancing in air feeling wind blow my wings
Humming and free flying through the sky
Suddenly I could fly no more,
Stunned, stuck and everything sore.
Confused, dazed til I moved no more.
An eight legged creature crept ever closer
Her eight giant eyes starred into mine
Sending shivers down my frozen spine
This was a sticky ending for me.
A dusted web is all that will remain
blowing memories like rain.
“Brief: 366/2020 project, prompt ‘Cobweb’
“Insight; written by my son, Oliver aged 10, as practice for his creative writing test tomorrow. I would not have thought of writing from the humorous perspective of ‘a sticky ending’ for the prey!