When my friend Dawn sent me a video of this beautiful web and told me maybe I could write a blog, I am sure this is not what she was thinking about. However, this little poem just came to me today and I had to capture it.
Across the wall above it skims
Propelled by tiny hairy limbs
No sound is made on its arrival
This might increase chance of survival
For there are some who quake with fear
To even think one may be near
Oh, just the thought of that fuzzy body
Even though it’s short and squatty
Will fill a person up with dread
As visions of horror go round’ in their head
Beady eyes peer from the web that it hangs
Waiting to chomp with it’s venomous fangs
Wrapping it’s dinner in gray silken ribbon
Backing up into the corner it’s hidden
But if in the night something skitters about
You’ll have visions of spiders of that there’s no doubt.
Long walks and dark chocolate 
😂😅awesomeness
Loved this!!!! One of my favorites ❤ I have read it over and over! Lol
Thank you, it was fun to write
Love it 😍
Thanks bro
This is awesome Lisa. Love it ❤️M
Thank you