The little spider Joey
began to feel his oats.
The day was young.
In the book of life,
each page was fresh.

As Joey came home,
He saw a fleeting wisp.
The waves of light
felt warm in his tiny mind.

Then Joey was full of fright.
The day began to change.
His wisp was a wasp.
Now it was time to walk away.
The way back was hard.

W. Wayne B.

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