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