SPIDERWEB
SPIDERWEB
Itsy bitsy spider found itself a new home.
Spins its web the usual way.
Rest and spin is its life’s work.
Look there is something in the air.
A storm is coming your way.
Look out that you are not swept away.
Soon stormy rains thrash against the web.
Itsy bitsy spider holds on to whatever
is connected to its web.
Dawn arises, neither web nor spider to see.
Where did it go? What is its fate?
Ah, there you are, a new web is spun its usual way.
© 2012 MUSE (Ute Sonja Elisabeth Medley)
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