She traversed the distance several times as I was having a coffee and feeding the dogs and I had to marvel at her dexterity and aplomb. She seemed not the slightest bit fazed by the height between her silken thread and the ground which if you equated it to human v spider proportions was huge.
ABSOLUTE FAITH
Today I saw a spider’s web attached to my clothesline
a thin and silken filament stretched to a neighbours pine
tree which was right across the yard ,indeed over my fence.
An engineering miracle – though hardly a defence.
The
arachnid that made this fine, light, strong and silvered thread
was smaller than my fingernail – she rested in her bed
of filigree and curlicues, seeming quite contented
bedecked with dew-drop diamonds , as she feasts on moth fermented.
To
crawl this twenty foot of silken thread would be a task
that
a man, though full of courage , would hesitate to ask
himself
to do – though some have rope walked o’er Niagara’s falls
alone, daredevils every one whose daring us enthrals.
And
yet this little spider shuttled back and forth each day
oblivious
to danger or to falls along the way.
Supremely
confident her silken rope would break her fall
were
it to part company with clothesline, pine and wall.
And
so it came to pass and seems that this girl knew her stuff.
The
wind rose, started blowing hard, it gave a mighty puff
that silken thread and clothesline quickly parted company
as Hills Hoist whirled off merrily – flew round and round in glee.
But
that filament of silk just drifted in the errant breeze
with
my spider mate just clinging on – nonchalant as you please.
The
line wafted down slowly, came to rest upon the wall
then Mrs
Spider disembarked , unperturbed by it all.
Maureen
Clifford ©
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