The Spider


The tiny spider has a soul
That animates it night and day
When hard at work or when at play.

We must take nature in the whole,
Not separate ourselves from it,
Deciding what is right and fit.

The spider's web is strong and thick,
A self-made field for her to roam
That serves as workshop and as home.

The weaving of her web's a trick
That you or I could never learn,
But each new spider knows in turn.

The spider's web is like a net,
Providing all the meals she'll get.
She waits for dinner to arrive,
Then plunges into overdrive.

She stuns her prey with poison glands,
Then winds it up with silken bands.
The spider leads a quiet life
With moments of protracted strife.


©2016 Michael Fraley




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