I discovered this spider in its handiwork recently because the sun was illuminating it. I am always amazed how they weave their webs. They are a work of art!
I found this poem by Jonathan Platt on the internet that I enjoyed:
Silk-thin silver strings woven cleverly into a lair,
An intricate entwining of divinest thread…
Like strands of magic worked upon the air,
The spider spins his enchanted web –
His home so eerily, spiraling spreads.
His gossamer so rigid, yet lighter than mist,
And like an eight-legged sorcerer – a wizard blest,
His lace, like a spell, he conjures and knits;
I witnessed such wild ingenuity wrought and finessed,
Watching the spider weave a dream from his web.
Happy Saturday! 🙂