Bittersweet is the blood of others

the spider, crawled along it's burrow until it came to it's door and then opened it and took in the world outside.  It was sunny and the colours were bright and the air was warm.  It's little red eyes glinted and soon it would return to it's little hole, in fact it shouldn't even be up here in the light but it was such a magnificent day.  A slight breeze ruffled the dust around the entrance to the burrow and wafted over the black fur that coated the spiders exoskeleton.  it tickled its fangs together and rubbed its front legs against them and made elegant striking movements with its deadly venomous hooks.  There were no birds to be seen and not a cloud could be seen in the far distance.  The spider was still now.