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 Leave Me Be Thunderstorm Posted by john in Prose Tweet People Who Read This Also Read: Poem About Mature Innocence Longing for Mayberry: Life In a Small Town The Vastness of the Sky How to Prepare for Your New Year’s Celebration at Times Square Leave a Reply Cancel replyYour email address will not be published. Required fields are marked *Comment * Name * Email * Website Save my name, email, and website in this browser for the next time I comment. Prove You\'re Human * 6 − = zero