And there she climbs up the roof
a cup of tea in hand
watches the spiders carve a small world in webbing from the silk of its spit.
on the gouged silky wooden window frames
the red light of dawn
catches in her eyes
she blinks away the light
until all is dark
but the glimmer of the silk wrapping her fingers tight
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