spiders...2

spiders on a dead tree
are having a field day
spindly legs crawling, hugging
dry barren stumps
leafless, lifeless
hard cold limbs
once alive in the winds
once alive to the sun
now alive to blackened creepy crawlies
scurrying, resting, holding, watching
spiders on a dead tree
waiting on death
waiting for death
whose might it be
spiders on a dead tree
spiders on a dead tree
are not dead