Spiders

Silk spun into a silver throw
Every strand now perfect row
This shinning piece wont be taken by the crow

Shaking struggling Screaming?
Truly i must still be dreaming.
For now I know who had been scheming.

Spiders legs; eight crawl down.
Frozen still listening to the countdown.
Legs shaking body quaking; in a total meltdown.

Three two one
Tiny bite completely stunned
waiting in the cocoon now spun

Is it over?
Am I dead?
I lay awake on my bed.
Damn.