Spider words upon the page
Creeping silent through the maze
You look and see them climbing out
You understand but then you doubt
The very old and spindly prose
Unformed thought, not quite disclosed
You look again and think you see
Spider words, not divinity
Dip again, if you think you ought
Are spiders creatures of great thought
And dip again, don't brush away
The spiders that you read today
Moments pass how do you feel
Did you reflect or will you steal
You ask yourself what did you glean
And ask again, what spiders mean
