The Dead Webs
I am the crooked, crippled cobweb,
whooshing in the evening breeze,
watching over the mossy trees, hearing
them.
Harder than steel,
yet softer than silk,
I'm the oldest thing in the forest.
I can feel something stomping
through the forest like
an elephant
"Psh! Pow! Phs!"
Although I'm fragile
I've never broken,
I hope I don't now.
I see a massive shadow
SWISH!
There it is again!
I feel scared
I tell the trees,
"Hush, don't move..."
An animal appears.
Soon, the animal will run away
"Woof!" A human scared it off.
I drift to sleep
As the red stars glow....
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