Crouched in viewing the shivering cobweb

craftily spanning a waterfall's edge

I saw fine precision-knifed filaments

cunningly strung with infinite wisdom.

A weightless weapon of swinging steel,

death-celled bed spun on gossamer wheel.

That devilish duvet of glistening gauze

betokened real craft as the spider paused

then in obscurity tensed for success,

alert with magnetic insect suppression.

Hairily silent as tensile wires, cleverly glued

met miniscule life of wriggling food

that by moving caught death in but seconds

while spider gave fly lethal injections.

As water's curtain cascaded to ground

and whirling catch-trap spun victim around

fed spider wiped mouth, cleaned sticky legs,

repaired any holes and prepared for the next.

Each and every flake
wafting down from the heavens
brings her warmth to mind

if an idea for a poem pops into one's head
the genie of imagination begins inking
every piece referencing an original thread

one formulates works by this unique stead
of its methodology there will be no sinking
if an idea for a poem pops into one's head

images and descriptive terms then spread
through each line noted on a linking
every piece referencing an original thread

to create one's own mixture of bread
never deviating far from the nub's clinking
if an idea for a poem pops into one's head

always keeping time with a continual tread
the blue-print imparted in one's thinking
every piece referencing an original thread

what concept may spring to one's mind lead
within the verse there found natural blinking
if an idea for a poem pops into one's head
*every piece referencing an original thread