The Spiral Orb...The Web
She is a master builder.
From the manual in her brain
A single thread begins the miracle.
...smooth hooks on every leg..
She is the weaver of the web.
The spider spins
..her hunting lodge begins
To lure the hapless insect in.
Her silken strings look delicate and slight
The radius and spirals ..fragile things
But they
As strong as any flying feather on the wing...
Remain
Unbroken by inclement winds.
The tensile strength of spider silk
Is greater than the equal of itself in steel.
And when the web is past its usefulness
She eats the threads to make them good again.
A passing fist of fingers... ignorant
Can tear her woven masterpiece
To shreds
And she can only watch
Then build it up again.
Kristine Byrne....Jan 2012