Natural History
E.B. White
The spider, dropping down from twig,
Unfolds a plan of her devising,
A thin premeditated rig
To use in rising.
And all that journey down through space,
In cool descent and loyal hearted,
She spins a ladder to the place
From where she started.
Thus I, gone forth as spiders do
In spider's web a truth discerning,
Attach one silken thread to you
For my returning.
...little tiny spiders...coming into view...little tiny spiders...coming down on you.
ReplyDeleteI love those tiny spiders that drop down from the sky...........
ReplyDeleteI love to see them too but i am still afraid of them
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