‘Twas a place for rest, of lace for killing
Built of silken filaments strong like steel
As Fall nights approached the air felt chilling
My friend the spider, the cold would soon feel
A tireless worker her home oft razed
Yet she rebuilt over and over, then
One day she did fight with hornet unfazed
Repairing damage in stiff blowing winds
Why I ponder our base fear of spiders
Is it eight legs… the cocooning of prey?
But unlike Miss Muffett, sit beside her
‘Tis the spider, not you, shying away
Chill Autumn nights will soon cause her to die
I pay my respects ‘neath late summer sky
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