Ode to Spiders

My 2nd Creative Writing: Poetry poem

Eight-legged little weaver,

Silently you spin your tale

Draped like garnish silk

Over old wooden beams

And delicate leaves. Yes you

The master of the loom

You are humble and artistic

Heavens are you persistent!

Always rebuilding and relocating

Many of creatures are bewitched

By your design and skill

Your masterpiece on display

How many have fallen prey

To your wondrous weave?

Little tailor of silks, no one

Destroys your home without fearing you.