charlotte's web
I watched a spider weave its web.From tiny little bits of silver thread.It grew into a masterpiece... ..In awe I saw it catch a fly.And while I watched it slowly die.It became wrapped up like a present... ..The spider stored his meal away.To be eaten on another day.When it hungered for a treat... ..It ran out to repair a rip.That the fly had made at the end of its trip.And the spiderâs new home had been broken... ..Fascinated I continued to watch.As it darted out each time to catch.Its dinner, lunch and supper... ..Every time the web vibrated.The spider appeared and deliberated.Over which meal this one would become... ..Raindrops now falling from the overhead cloud.The spider checks the web; heâs very house proud.And finds the web now dripping with crystal jewels... ..The rain has stopped, the sun has appeared.And to the web I found iâve neared.To see the amazing light display... ..What a perfect hour iâve just spent.Watching the spider become content.And seeing the delights of nature unfolding....Poem by Joanne Hale...Photo by Jerry Reynolds - Fargo ND |
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