Friday, October 1, 2010
Home of the Spider
Delicate strands of woven web
glisten with morning dew.
Fiber strong like steel,
withstands the winds,
a place to rest and search for food.
He waits by day and hopes by
night to see another come and go.
For when your home is suspended,
survival becomes deeper to you.
As a new dawn arrives, he spins
anew, correcting for any loss that
night winds might do.
Now the spider is ready
for yet another noon.
His wish whispers in the wind,
"My pretty fly come by so I can eat you."