Imagine if spiders were interior designers,
Spare some time for our garden gliders,
As natures chandeliers, Queens of Corners,
Looms of beauty, raindrop ambassadors.
How do our blue bottle snipers spend their hours?
Finding flaws in our lux kitchen diners,
Desperate to polish the heads of our showers,
Silently judging you on your third shelf desires.
Curb your curiosity to the ceiling drummers,
Behold the magic within these apparent minors,
Think if we chose them to be our deciders,
Rather than feed them to our electric smilers.
By GRW
By GRW