that first call alerts him,

eight legs run to the cot,

threads stream behind,

silken, the best he's got

 

each year they tighten,

vibrations excite more,

never stops watching,

repairs those that tore

 

escaping is impossible,

your destiny unfurling,

a decade like a second,

years like nets whirling

 

this one will never age

anymore than his web,

that snares all punters,

crowned king, or pleb

 

the web is beautiful,

every architect's toy,

a spider'scathedral,

prey there to enjoy

 

watch the fly struggle,

digging his own grave,

that's you and me, so,

be humble, be brave