Another Story of A.

That was the story of A.

when she wormed her way into the mud.

Breathing all she could back and forth

The air mixing with mud excited her, 

and she was digging within again, 

her twist and turn next began,

like a sort of insect, 

crawling up and down the tree,

and sprawl her body free.

A whirl she felt suddenly,

curling her body tightly, 

as if forming a shield in stasis,

falling down to the web weaved by him.

A. had a fallen pain at once,

while he kept his quick pace

at his high speed to where he moved

wrapping A. up in no time.

Another story triggers
for A. has never been through.
Hidden inside, again she is
worming ups and down, back and forth
and then exposes her fingers
as the web has been broken through.

That was A. transforming
she prepared for nothing but motion indeed,
like a sort of insect in need.