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 Some Thoughts on Edwige Danticat’s Breath, Eyes, Memory O Light Divine! Posted by john in Prose Tweet People Who Read This Also Read: Love or Lust? Fair Weather Friend Sin-Eater – the Condemned Man – Chapter Five How to Find a Lost Ski Leave a Reply Cancel reply Your email address will not be published. Required fields are marked *Comment Name * Email * Website Prove You\'re Human * three × = 24