I wonder what he does
Between catches and kills
Waiting, patiently waiting
On that ornate web- his design
And what does he think
With his pint sized brain(if any)
Standing on eight distorted legs
Above a ceiling upside down
(or is it right side up for him?)
Leading a proper spiders life
Lonely, and whose only music is
The buzz of a fly caught on his strings..?
Your ability to weave poems out of such very ordinary sights is amazing. Enjoyed this one.
patience pays off. he will catch the spider just a matter of time. good write
An enjoyful write sir and good observation too...loved it: -)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I especially love the opening question, the frame of the first and last three lines of this poem, which wonderfully sets up and closes the thoughts between.