Miss Widow Poem by Sister Frances
Miss Widow
Pretty little thing
Sits and spins her web
Weaving in tales
That she'll soon forget
Winter was so cold
Summer brought a feast
She loves to reminisce
The tiny insect beast
Webs consume her
The hunt is always on
Her hunger insatiable
How long will it go on?
Little Miss Spider
Content left alone
Creating fancy artworks
Fixing up her home
Hi Hannah, A nice one. You are a wonderfully keen observer of nature and draws images from from real life. Little Miss Spider Content left alone Creating fancy artworks Fixing up her home - Do I not find a tinge of every home maker here! Thanks for sharing..
Little miss spider Contents left alone Creating fancy art work Fixing up her home.Excellent art work of miss spider.One of the exceptional poem in the site.I loved the approach towards life.Thanks for sharing. Regards.Binaya.
Love this poem. Brilliant introspection painted with words, cutting honest review of a person
I am overwhelmed in the poetic ocean of deeper feelings and composition. Nicely crafted. I invite you cordially to read my poem Death me shocked at. Thanks Binaya
Beautiful writing Hannah, I love the story within, bravo my friend
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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Beautifully evocative poem and i like if youll excuse the pun the tale you wove great piece thanks Andy 10 ++
Thank you Andy I'll excuse the pun glad you enjoyed the story I spun :)