Spider And The Points

Weaved by the spider
The webs were supposed to be strong
Connecting points on the wall
With the arachnid, there and tall

Once it hunted the ants on the ground
Now tried to get flies surround
The webs he built were tough and sound
The walls were there, there and around

But the weaver thought of the points
To be strong like his joints
Unaware of fragility of webs
Caused by the slippery points

The points were unhinged
Tangled was the poor eight legged
Cuffed in the webs he weaved
But even then he never begged

Remade cobweb once again
Now checks the points' oil in rain
Tries not to let his guard down
But still fears the tangling sound
Copyright © | Year Posted 2026

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