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.
3 comments:
...little tiny spiders...coming into view...little tiny spiders...coming down on you.
I love those tiny spiders that drop down from the sky...........
I love to see them too but i am still afraid of them
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