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Poems – spider, spider, spider webs

Spider, spider, spider webs.
Everywhere I look are spider webs.
When I go for my walks,
There’s spider webs.
But I don’t ever really see the webs.
So I’ll stop and actually look.
And try to see the
Spider, spider, spider webs.
 

I see a spider, working on his web.
I see a spider working on his web.
I see a spider but I don’t actually see,
Because I’m terrified of spiders,
So I’m scared to look too close
Because I think that if I do,
He’ll swing at me and into my eyeball.
 

Spider, spider, spider webs.
All I see are spider webs,
But I don’t actually see the spider webs,
Because even when I try to see,
I’m scared to look.
So I keep walking.
 

But spider, spider, spider webs,
All I see are spider webs.
So again I’ll stop,
Only this time I’ll breathe,
And actually stop and look.
 

Spider, spider, spider webs.
I see you Mr. Spider Web.
I see a spider, working on his web.
Round and around and around he goes.
Working from the outside in,
Slowly making his way in.
 

The web is attached.
Attached to a tree.
Attached to a tree by a strand.
And from that one strand
Around he must have went.
Only I don’t really know.
I’ve never been a spider…
At least I don’t think.
 

All I actually know is what I see.
Which is a spider.
A spider in a tree.
A spider in a tree working on his web.
Working from the outside perimeter.
Working his way in.
 

With his little prickly legs,
He both holds himself,
And he builds his web.
The front legs pull him along.
Actually, the front left one just seems to flail.
The back ones are doing all the work.
One of the back leg stretches…
But that’s not where the web attaches…
One of the back leg stretches…
But that’s not where the web attaches?!?
 

Spider, spider, spider webs
All I see are spider webs,
But do I really see the webs,
Even when I look?
 

One of the back leg stretches…
It doesn’t stretch…
 

One of the back legs extends,
To make the new web strand taut.
Then the other back leg…
Then the other back leg…
Attaches.
Then the other back leg attaches the strand.
Attaches the strand to the existing web!
I see!
Silly, silly spider.
I see!
I see a spider in a tree.
 

Round and around,
And around you go.
Where you’ll end up,
I don’t know.
Because I need to leave our little bubble
Where all I could see and hear and feel and think of was you.
You and your web.
Because I need to find my dog.
She’s off-leash somewhere.
Over there.
Trying to follow a postman into a building.
 

Spider webs, spider webs, everywhere.
We shared a moment.
And it felt like that’s all that was there.
 

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