Observing a Spider
Finer than silk the spider’s web spun
I note she never trips or falls
Up and down, I watch her run,
Always in a hurry, she never crawls
It seems to me she is having fun.
I could spend hours observing her
And she would never notice me
She goes so fast she makes a blur,
Her web is becoming rather fancy
But now she is pushing a ball of fur.
It is a moth caught in her sticky trap
Unwary, the insect will make a meal
While crossing over from line to gap
She’s holding it ever so tightly still
And after she eats, she’ll take a nap.
Written August 6, 2022
Copyright © L Milton Hankins | Year Posted 2022
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