An  open  window  breathes  the  air,
as  moonbeams  shine  their  light,
A  stillness  never  heard before, 
plays  soft  and  drowns  the  night.
Shadows  move  amongst  the  walls,
in  darkness  there  is  light.
Reflecting  forms  I  cannot  see,
strange  beings  haunt  my  sight.
The  window  sill  with  painted  rust
 the   spider  with  its  prey,
 Listen,  can  you  hear  the  sound?
 Its  Web  begins  to  play.
 Copyright/Tanasra
Monday, 2 February 2009
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