I wonder what he does
Between catches and kills
Waiting, patiently waiting
On that ornate web- his design
And what does he think
With his pint sized brain(if any)
Standing on eight distorted legs
Above a ceiling upside down
(or is it right side up for him?)
Leading a proper spiders life
Lonely, and whose only music is
The buzz of a fly caught on his strings..?
krishnakumar chandrasekar nair
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-patient-spider/
