Once, as I looked out at the starlight, just before dawn,

I saw a spider building with perfection, a web to call her home.

Sparkling with dew drops, shining through the early morn,

It was so awesome to look ‘pon, as if a new life were being born.

Spinning ‘round and ‘round, her web, she did weave . . .

For some innocent moth or fly to happen by, to boldly deceive.

Waiting there for breakfast, or to feed her babes, true,

She was happily building and making a family, as would you.

Dew drops glistened, as she wove ‘round again and again.

Seems a wonder, so much venom on the dew drops, clean.

But, she was made that way, so to her, she did as nature bids,

Building a beautiful home for her many, many little kids.

There came a grasshopper, boldly hoping to eat the bush.

‘Pon the place where was the spiders web, so splendidly plush.

She squatted until the grasshopper was near, then jumped at him.

She secluded him so rapidly, made his where-about’s mighty dim.

But, there’s dinner waiting, inside the shimmering web, so strong.

The web was so quaintly built, soon another meal would come along.

She was so confident, as she had done this, many times before.

But, thinking of the grasshopper's fate, I just couldn't look anymore!