Web.
A wee spider was running round a straw.
I was wondering what it was doing it for.
The web it was making looked like a small cone
As the straw had been stuck in a small stone.
I caught and threw a fly into the web.
It began twitching in the lines of the trap,
But the spider didn’t stop for a bite.
It was as if it hadn’t noticed the fly.
Nothing could draw the spider’s attention!
Probably I met a great invention.
The creator was working on and on
As if singing a soundless song.
When the sun had set, I didn’t see the spider,
And at twilight I didn’t see the web either.
I was sure, when going to bed,
I’d see something else I’d never seen yet.
Oh! I wasn’t disappointed!
All was done as though I’d wanted.
After completing its creation
The spider was in hibernation
Because the morning was very cool,
And all was wet with dew (as a rule).
Yes, ‘dew’! In drops of it the conic web
Was like a space ship or a magic wrap,
Stop! A Christmas Tree! Well… ‘Christmas Tree’?
Why not? And what about Christmas glee?
good one....though it is lenghty
spiders are fascinating to watch, as well as this poem to read