Spider On Vase

Spider on Vase Poor teetering thing that leeched the rim To poise and watch the world from summit It hiked the slope and scaled with ease Its several legs had gained momentum Triumphant conqueror of the peak The hero now surveys the giants With peripheral eyes to view The gaping hole of one such hulk From which was issued a thunderous sound That made the crawly start to quake Its fate secured within their reach The proximal limb ready to pulp And dash the crawly to its death Lithe movement in its spiny legs Takes it down the crater route Into the vases obscure hollow And deftly rappels the precipice With actioned spinneret Scarce light below that thwarts its fear Away from gaping noisy giants At peace to spin and weave a web Of symmetry that knows no bounds