by Jon Coe

Created on: June 04, 2008

Vivacious spinners of silken web
dew drop morning, silent ebb
Busy creatures of day and night
glistening tapestry of beaded light

Arachnid, eight legged crawling wary
some are small, some are fat and hairy
Recluse, Funnel Web, Black Widow venom
Wolf spiders, Tarantulas hiding in my denim

Fishers of flying insects, weaving net to trap
mandibles sinking into webbed sushi wrap
Legs embracing, sack of lacing, hanging from the ceiling
scampering fast, a thread is cast, a spider is a-reeling

If spiders could fly, with nets awry, I'd cry
if spiders were six feet high, I would die
Either way, as little as they may, they spin industriously away
thank God I am too big, for them to rig, a human sized web to prey

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