Things That Creep

Those fireworks in the sky

Climbing oh so very high

Unrestricted, unrestrained, climbing to the stars

Burst of color, bursts of light

Rising up to an unrealistic height

The spindly lines and sparks

Popping and fizzling in their graceful arcs

The frail legs, the lanky body

Spinning webs with glee

Works of art even though they’re small

Creeping up the black wall

Left until brushed away by a broom

It’s their inevitable doom