At sunrise, I leapt from the dustbin lid; I swung from leaf to leaf. Like a songless swallow, I flew, and dived like a dolphin through dewdrops. If I were a silkworm, you would prize me: trap me in a pampered prison. As it is, you looked through me; left me.
In the morning cool, I span. At the height of midday, I wove. I caught the rain; refracted the sun. When the afternoon came, I rested.
Poised, I sit, as evening falls: my work is ready. Tonight, I will drink blood under the stars. Tonight, I will scuttle under the moon.
Tomorrow, you will lift your hand, and tear. In a second, you will scythe what I have spun.
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