As I watch you spin your web
Some questions come to mind
Just what it takes to build a house
With silk from your behind?!?
How d'you pick your perfect place
To set the perfect trap?
And does it make you dizzy
Going round and round like that??
Your circles run concentric
As threads stream from your bum
How’d you know where you are going
When you can’t see what you’ve done?
Spanning so much distance
How do you even spy
An anchor site so far away
With eight such little eyes?
I wonder if you’d ever like
A hand, or eight, to help;
But there is the peace and quiet,
And your lunch all to yourself!
I guess you must get tired
When your work is finally through?
I suppose you save some energy
When your breakfast comes to you!
I hope you’re proud of your achievement,
Now just settle back and wait;
But does it make you anxious
When your “dinner” guests are late??
If humans were to recreate
Would take some years or more,
But I would think it kinda helps
When your legs are times’d by four!
And if we were to build such feat
How strong would need to be
The infrastructure and design
To catch a decent meal?
Do you comprehend the beauty
Of the home that you create?
I wonder what you think about
While you sit patiently and wait?
Perhaps you’d like a World Wide Web
To find a friend to play,
Because it must be boring
Just hanging round all day.
And when the rain should come along
And blow down all you’ve done;
Never mind, you’ll scuttle off
And just, build another one????????♀️????
Nick Dunford – 2021
