Tiny spider scrabbling along white capped wall,
Flattened out low when something very small,
ran across the path and a leg.

Up sprang Tiny moving faster, not food driven but security,
Tiny the spider, wanted to make it to full female maturity,
alive to cause fear, not perish, naturally.

The  Tiny garden spider was far from the spot where she found herself,
among last nights feast, as the Sun rose in the East warming the shelf,
now gone way West her cold blooded body craved to eat again and again.

She would wait, she would rest, she would not sleep,
the night life was
beginning to move, she could see very well in the deep
shadow of her corner perch.