A spider spinning a web.

Trying to draw people in with a false light.

Practiced thread pulled tight by manipulation.

Feeding only on those that cannot fight back.

Paralyzed by a mixture of hope and lies.

Avoid that web at all cost.

***

I will take flight in the opposite direction.

Perhaps the web is no longer in front of me.

Or a new web and spider in the dark of night.

There is always another spider.

Staring at me from an unchecked crack.

Watching me from over by my computer.

***

A common pest and enemy.

It is hard to judge the type.

It could be a garden spider or holding secret venom.

Often a human does not care until bit.

But I am simply a moth navigating a web.

So I will remain scanning the corners for spiders.