Bugged – A Pair of Cinquains

Silent harpest
Never plucking your strings
Invite your prey to play their dirge,

Buzzing, circling
Lighting only to drink.
Does my vintage meet your standards

A late entry for Day #13 (it figures) of the National Poetry Writing Month PAD Challenge. Supposed to write an insect poem but got stuck on a nasty one and froze in terror. Just before bed, I thought to try something from the old days, a micro poem of sorts, a cinquain. And just like that, along came this spider who sat down beside her. My muse, that is. And frightened my block away.

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