It falls
I look up straining my neck,
after forty eight
hours of steadfast
dangling in the air, it
dances,
holds stead fast, undaunted,
It is like
me , content to be
By itself in a
sedate corner:
The tiny, threadlike, in for
Steady growth, it perpetuates
Its life in the
void, in the corner,
Fearless ,except it falls in the
Eyes of those
evil and greedy
ready to devour and destroy,
a timely tap on
the board
deters the lizard, I watch ,
the filmy weaves
a web
of its own, content
and careful.
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