Inspiring Poem by Ima Ryma

It is quite late in moonlit night.
Outside my window I do stare,
Seeking to be inspired to write.
A spider is resting out there,
Maybe waiting to be inspired
To weave a web all good and strong.
For me such a poem is desired,
But seems to be taking too long.
Next thing I know, I do awake.
I must have fallen fast asleep,
And no new poetry did make.
I see the dew dropped strands run deep.

A fresh morning spider web be,
A finished work of poetry.