She has a passionate ability to weave
A web so subtle it is almost invisible
It has a fragile grip capable of a tangling
Her lethal intent is precise and analytical
Radial spokes connect and hold conclusively
A spiral thread interlaces as the web expands
Transparent threads bind with adhesive silk
Spun and stretched into entrapping strands
Cautiously walking, with no fear of falling
Confident even when a curious wind is blowing
Holding on securely to her cunning ingenuity
Patiently waiting; her anticipation growing
At last, her prey is stopped in mid-flight
Struggling, tiring; encapsulate completely
Wrapped in a cocoon for future consumption
With satisfaction she smiles ever so sweetly
2/26/08
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Love it.... oh what a clever little spider she is...! HG: -) xx