Wispy threads of sticky string,
Floating, shining, glistening,
Hung between, around, and under
When disturbed they’re torn asunder.

Arachnid dancers casting lines
Swinging softly from silver vines
Spinning patterns, weaving nets
Trapping, eating small insects.

Wrapping meals which to devour
Waiting patient by the hour
Stealthy death by poison sting
Awaits the prey of a spiders string.