A spider and its shadow
The strangest dance did do;
The spider seemed to curtsy,
But the shadow never knew.
Then balanced on a tightrope,
The spider climbed up the sky,
While down beneath, the shadow
Was scarcely creeping by.
When dusk happened upon them,
The shadow stood on stilts,
And up above, the spider
A silken web, had built.
At night, the busy spider
Slept on the rippling breeze-
But vanished was the shadow,
Till morning stroked the trees.
You have a most exciting imagination. So glad the event came to a nice close. Constance Yost
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
a think this poem can treat the phobia of spiders.well done indeed.