You spun your web of gossamer
Within the darkness of the night
Ceaselessly weaving round and round
A web to snare all who alight
What hunger did you seek to feed
When you designed your web of fright
Was it the belly’s need to feed
or artist’s need to craft delight?
What was your thinking as you spun,
Is this design a pattern trite
Or is it one of spiderdom’s
Designs of awe or fiercest might?
And as you spun your silken web
Of gossamer throughout the night
Did you suspect that with the dawn
All you’d have caught was mist and light?
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