Cobweb

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!

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