A Spider’s Dilemma
What to do, what to do, where to spin, from which ceiling to hang?
shall I walk the floor, perhaps the wall, I'm better suited for.
a passer by could notice and perhaps not my biggest fan they'd be.
I shall spin a web here in the corner of this very space.
The beauty of my art will give pause with no prose to describe.
Silken threads so delicate. One unforgiving swipe renders it no more.
So I will begin. With high great hopes that the web I spin,
falls on loving eyes, with admiration of my grace.
A spiders dilemma, moment by moment, space by space.