Weaver's Silk

The Spider's Web

The spider waits in his comfy armchair for a new rival to stick to his web

A diamond necklace gleaming as the sun shone down

It's like a whirlpool

Hung like the sun in the watery blue sky

It dangles from leaf to leaf

A fine thread of silk made like a work of art

The wind blows the web away and the spider starts all over again

Abbie (online)