White and blue and green and brown
she sits alone on violet crown
With beady eyes she peeks and peers
finding focus dear but movement clear
All are welcome bee to bug
that mistress pale may hug and suck
dry and whole she leaves their shell
so when she's done they do look well
We found her clinging there
by the shore so bleached and bare
yet cousins galore frolick fair
on the mud and in the glare
They share little but legs ajointed
and their claws so neat and pointed
but tis' no cause to mourn their mettle
for they'll hear not her crabby prattle.
hey i saw the same crab spider on the same flower on the road to chek jawa jus recently haha was it where you saw the same spider?
Posted by: kevin | 02 March 2007 at 03:53 PM
ya, probably the same one.
Posted by: budak | 03 March 2007 at 10:46 AM