Spiny Orb Weaver

by Frank Hubeny

Its spines stood out in shiny red
with body black against white wall.
Its web seemed barely there at all
but formed a sticky prison bed.

The traps effectively were spread
to catch deception in midair.
The truth exposed each lie out there
and everywhere we heard the crash.
The busted celebration bash
had cursed repentance, scorned good prayer.

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2 Comments to “Spiny Orb Weaver”

  1. An excellent poem, Frank. Thought provoking.

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