By Judith C. Adamson
This web is not of lies...
These master architects construct
That wind nor rain may not destruct
Those intricate wonders of silken threads
They spin and span between trees and sheds
And cling at speed to wing mirrors of cars
But shimmer beneath the moon and stars
Enhanced with dew, their crystal jewels
Enchanting souls of poetic fools
These chandeliers of nature glisten
In silent ballrooms, there's music...listen...
The dance goes on, to the beat of time
Deathly irresistible, poison kiss sublime
No, this web has never been of lies...
Just the art of arachnids; homage to flies