beautiful_spider_community amy Our weaving/woven story. Call us Charlotte. 030915 ... leni in my eye webbed belonged the rose bushes black striped orange legs smiling at your jumpy toes stay out of my hair 061201 ... crOwl come see them, temporarily displaying their delicate webs, strung from coneflower skeleton to skeleton in the st. francis garden. step quietly on the stone (work-in-progress paths) and hush now in the morning when frost hangs like tasteless icing and hapless prey sits until the huntress awakens. 061201 ... ovenbird And you, red_family the most stunning orb weavers, language coiled in your bodies, silk skein poems unravelling. Who can tell one web from the next? We were once solitary hunters, but here… here we feed each other the liquid remains of the skeletons in our closets. We feast, and set each other free. 261027 what's it to you? who go blather from