The day the spiders fly

The Day the Spiders Fly What day? A spontaneous day when the clouds' right and their's is a bit of wind and perhaps predators on their tail their organs jangled they spin a ticket just gossamer trails in the breeze invisible travelers, if you please one lone migrant per flight but not alone the timing is all that we know if we, still, heed the body, the wind, the clouds launch sideways aloft daring why not why not belong to the breeze