A Spider's Web

“Now it appears to me that almost any Man may like the spider spin from his own inwards his own airy Citadel.” – John Keats the spider’s world was black and white rules and laws twisted and tangled every thread like the heavy winds that blew through her web here is a new web she has spun it well, from her own inwards it rises to the eaves where no winds can veer every morning she’ll slip down to greet her friends the owl and the pussy-cat they’ll frolic til the sun sets and she climbs to her shimmering nest in the blue