Spiders etched their webs
onto windows
with hopes that the sunlight
would make their lives bright.
They crawled on glass,
once sand,
and used lazers to
stake their claim.
They slid around, but
it was alright;
their lives were bright.
The sunshine illuminated
their hairs and warmed
their bodies.
They danced and crawled and slid
as the rays burnt away any problems
that would arise.
They would never fight;
their lives were bright.
But one by one
they started to die.
They starved and
they fell apart.
Dried-up
exoskeletons
on window seals.
The sunlight
made their lives bright.
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