Blocking the echo from its song
The cobwebs magestically fill the cave
No light to brighten the shadows
Since the sun went away
The cave may start to crumble
If the walls get too dry
No life seen within it
Only the spiders with all their eyes
Guardians of the cave
With their many legs
Like soldiers by their simple presence
Put passers by on edge
Earthquakes put the arachnids on stand by
The ground beneath does shake
As a wind starts to pass through the cave
And the cobwebs start to break
The eight legged soldiers carry out evacuation procedures
One by one they leave
The cave is going through a drastic change
A chrystalis I believe
Water floods through the dry cave
Washing the cobwebs away
And soon a hum is heard from deep
And light seen the other way
Category: Dusting
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Oh little feet how do you pitter patter
Along the wooden floor
Gathering all the dog hair, fluff
and god knows what more
No matter how much I hoover
There’s always more beneath
Your tiny little sausage toes
And squidgy little feet
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