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Super Moon
Photo by Wayne Pridemore

Spiders at Midnight

By Cynthia Sheridan

The spiders are having a ball tonight

Safe in their silken lair

On gossamer hammocks, they dangle and swing

Lulled by an evening air

An ocular moon illumines the sky

Arachnids lie in wait

For a hapless gnat or a wandering fly

That soon will meet its fate.

Now the sun rises, and dew drops are set

See how the bed chamber gleams

Appetites weakened, the spiders doze off

Dreaming their spiderly dreams