This one came to me in the shower, of all places. It started with me thinking about camera exploits earlier today but then turned into something different.
Eight twisted eyes
Like spider eyes
Hunting for flies.
Finding some prey.
Food for the day
After some play.
Caught on a line
Strong but yet fine.
"Now you are mine."
"Murder!" It cries.
Humans, not flies.
My spider eyes.
Eh. Make of it what you will.
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Hmmm... It sort of reminds me of a mutant Golumn of some kind...
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