I see a work of art shimmering in the light.
Before the sun goes down, it hits it just right
To make a rainbow effect within silken lines,
And I see its creator resting on my chimes.

Soon she'll come out and go to her lair
And then her masterpiece she'll soon repair.
A yellow eye is tattooed on her abdomen of beige.
It is quite noticeable when she takes center stage

Within her sticky structure she built for prey.
With a blackened sky she felt her way,
Around and around, until her deathtrap was done.
And I'm admiring her work in the setting sun.

For this little engineer respect I feel,
And I gaze with wonder at her web of steel.

(c) Stacy Smith