Hanging By A Thread
You hang there, in mid air
On your gossamer spun thread
I stand here, with no fear
Despite your size and colouring
I look up to see to what you are attached
And see nothing above you
Yet, there you float on your line
The wind buffeting you back and forth
I’ve never seen your type before
Your shape, your colour, and your size set you apart
I’m fascinated by you
I want to take a photo
It’s hard to focus the lens
And as I click and the shutter whirrs
The wind takes you out of shot
All I get is random people stood far away
And then you are back
And I click again
I have your image now
As if satisfied you start to climb
Back to where I cannot see
You mission somehow complete, you retreat
Your round orange body rises to the clouds
Is that where your thread starts
And why I haven’t seen you before
A lesser spotted cloud spider
Returning to the sky
Until the next time you want to be a star
And have your picture taken
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