October 6, 2006

By Jim Kittelberger

When the suns direction is just right,
and if it's within your sight,
a long days toil of insect small
will appear from ground to wall.

A web of tiny strings is all,
measuring to human head tall and
designed to capture creature small.

Yet as best laid plans sometimes go awry it's said,
its work bedecks my head.

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