'Spidy On The Wall' Poem by Linda Winchell

Spidy, Spidy on the wall
your spinning so fast
I'm afraid you'll fall!

Repairing what the storm did bring
Tearing down your home
you've made of fine string.

The nip of winters chill came late last night
and on your threads
I see now lay some ice!

How do you do it?
From that thin thread you swing?
Bringing each one together
in a Grandma doily type thing.

To catch a fly, how can that now be?
For winter doesn't supply, the food you need.
I might find a feast or two for you
In our basement or the attic room.

I'll dropp them in your web one day
but for now I see your busy repairing.
So Spidy, Spidy, please spin away
just wanted you to know, that someone was caring.