She Spins Alone

Alas..... our little spider spins , her web alone.... without her friends. She catches flying thoughts and words like silver apples seen and heard. She labors long into the night to weave her way out of her plight tiny dewdrops ...... .(are they tears?), cling along her hopes and fears lines on lines criss cross and then, she wakes to just begin again. Perhaps I'll find a lady bug to stop and give our friend a hug. Unless the urge is just to much.............. in which case that will be her lunch.