Long-swaddled in finest silk – oh look!
The eggs are hatching!
Such exciting news, I’m sure
The parents would be proud
As each hatchling made their way into the world,
Eight long legs wriggling and jaws snapping,
Fierce and fury for all they come across, dragging silken lines behind,
Preparing to launch
An adorable multitude as they scurry across the window sill,
And look, that large one just ate his brother – or sister –
and there goes another again
Now all busy spinning silk into fine cloth
I’m not certain
If the parents would look upon infanticide in such a fond light
But, since they are long dead,
They missed the opportunity to see their beloved offspring
Preparing for take-off;
Warm breezes catching silk, and lifting
Carly Zee is a writer who enjoys fine things and delights in the absurd.