I spin a new web every night-
repair and replace the damaged parts.
My eyes (too many of them)
watch from different angles.
I have no bones; tough skin protects me.
People are repulsed by me, yet fascinated too.


I lurk in the periphery,
jump forty times my body's length,
accept a fly before I mate-
Do I repulse and fascinate?

For my babes a silken sac,
A foundation line,
a bridge, a hub,
I crisscross threads -a labyrinthe.
I am Myself. Can you relate?

To the top of the lamppost I climb
spinnerets in the wind-
It's sublime!
My blood, when I bleed,
is slightly blue.
Do I repulse or fascinate you?