65 Spider’s Web
1
I had a friend, an Orb Weaver,
Lived beyond the back driveway,
His job was snaring bugs at night,
Then sleeping in the day.
2
Egor kept his web pulled up tight,
Between two Wax Myrtle trees,
Each morning he’d get his web cleaned up,
And then he’d wait for me.
3
Two weeks ago, I think it was
We had some heavy morning dew,
The center of Egor’s web was sagging,
And his repairs were not yet through.
4
I could tell Egor was embarrassed,
At the disposition of his lair,
With water dripping from his proud home,
And no bugs to show in his snare.
5
It took Egor days to fix his home,
And to fix it up right,
The repairs must be done in the dark,
So my friend worked through the night.
6
Finally Egor was satisfied,
Proudly giving me the morning tour,
The web was taut, and geometric,
With a shiny silken ribbon core.
7
This morning I sashayed out to greet Egor,
But his web just wasn’t there,
I know spiders don’t live very long,
But that doesn’t seem very fair.