The spider on my ceiling Is weaving herself a web She doesn't use a loom She's never heard of thread My fear is worth concealing To watch the widow dance Her sticky tapestry of white Transparent at first glance She takes a bungi jumper dive It ceases in mid air And reels herself back to the top With quaint arachnid flare Her meal arrives He's still alive He struggles and resists To no avail he starts to bribe But the spider's teeth insist
awww i love it!!! that spider sounds so sweet. although im terrified of spiders, i rather like the sound of this one!
This spider is just fascinating. I mean, she's FAST! I watch her all the time, but with fear nontheless, because she's rather big and colorful.
I also once wrote a poem about a spider on my ceiling...completely different. anyways, I liked yours, the end was good "the spiders teeth insist" well worded