Silent Spinner

In your web of silken thread,
Silently you wait
White and brown, all straddled down
With jointed legs of eight

Warmed with sunshine, active now
Quite still when bathed in rain
In your web of silken thread
You stealthily remain

Stretched so tight with all your might
It suddenly appears
First tacked there with gentle care
Amid the dewdrop tears

Then pulled here and fastened,
Now a strand pulled down
Stretched so tight with all your might
Then woven 'round and 'round

You lurk there with silent air
Ever out of sight.
Through the heat you hold your seat
Into the dark of night.

Watchful, ever watchful,
Constantly on guard
You lurk there with silent air
Hidden in my yard

When repairs demand your cares
Then you venture out
Tightrope walk, you never balk
Though difficult the route

Wind may do its damage
Storm will take its toll
When repairs demand your cares
You patch each gaping hole

'Tis your fate to sit and wait
Patient, so it seems
If I could, I maybe would
Peer into your dreams

Often in the corner,
Sometimes in the eye,
'Tis your fate to sit and wait,
In your web so high

Feel the tug and now a bug
Tangled in your thread,
Struggles in vain and feels the pain
Numbed, it's filled with dread.

Quickly you surround it
Wrapping with your line
Feel the tug and now the bug
Hungry, you will dine