The Orb Weaver spider spins her web, <br />Round and round and round. <br />She works away slowly and silently, <br />Without making a single sound. <br /> <br />She's patient and determined, <br />No matter how long it takes, <br />And, if the web gets badly damaged, <br />The whole thing she will just remake. <br /> <br />She secures her new web <br />Between a fence and a washing line, <br />Then retreats into the middle of it, <br />Hoping that everything will be just fine. <br /> <br />Unfortunately, the house owner <br />Hangs her tea towel right there. <br />The web is now in tatters <br />And has to be repaired. <br /> <br />This situation with the tea towel, <br />Happens again and again and again. <br />Having to repair the web constantly, <br />Is starting to become a really big pain. <br /> <br />Having seen this fine work of art hung there, <br />The owner shows the spider no respect. <br />She just carries on hanging it there regardless. <br />Whether the web is there or not, she hasn't checked. <br /> <br />The spider and the house owner <br />Are now at war and neither will give in. <br />Neither of them will budge an inch, <br />So neither of them will ever win. <br /> <br />But, the year rolls on and on. <br />Like the rest of her kind, the spider will die. <br />One day, she's just not there anymore, <br />Having gone to meet her maker in the sky.<br /><br />Angela Wybrow<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-orb-weaver-spider/
