Orb weavers begin with a single thread,
And then spins an orb of silk so fine.
A wondrous intricate design is weaved,
Resembling wheels with spokes throughout.
A spider's prey in sticky threads,
Twisting and turning to free itself.
To no avail, it's stuck within.
An exquisite web not only for food,
Effective at catching dewdrops too.
Strung like beads on bejeweled silken threads,
Glistening like diamonds, reflecting its light.
I'm a girlie girl you see,
Detesting all crawly things.
But one cannot, should not pass by
These amazing dew drop weaves.
An inspiration for a jewelry maker,
Wouldn't you agree?
Observe, if you would,
These orb weavers' creations
Tucked away in your garden
Or perhaps in your shed.