Inktober #2 Spiders

The Arachnid

[Candid]

may haps or perhaps?

The fingers, those toes,

the pincers, each spinner.

Do the spiders wish they could fly?

Crunch the wings,

dance on light-rope in the breeze,

don't jump.

Hey there, little guy.

What you have there?

[A spider always knows when to eat,

and when to bring defeat]