Tiny Orb Weaver Poem by Juan Olivarez

Tiny orb weaver,
Weaver of dreams.
Stronger than steel,
Are your invisible beams.

Golden and black,
Cringing from my touch.
Though endowed with venom,
It's really not much.

Crawling up my arm,
And refusing to bite.
Just you're mere presense,
Causes others great fright.

But you and I spider,
Know each other well.
Oh if you could talk,
The stories you'd tell.

So sit in your creation,
Of silk strong and fine,
Golden Orb Weaver Spider,
You're one of a kind.