SPIDER Left, right, up, and downMy trap is set for my meatI catch the morning dew, which is so sweetBut alas the wind blowsFrom its height my trap goesTo my work I return with a frownLeft, right, up, and down Others are Reading Rise FLARE on GOD 23 Posted by john in Prose Tweet People Who Read This Also Read: The Dance of Night and Day Blooming in Your Hands Short Story that Takes a Person from Sanity to Insanity The Next Morning Leave a Reply Cancel reply Your email address will not be published. Required fields are marked *Comment Name * Email * Website Prove You\'re Human * eight + = 11