The Spider and The Poet

Peerless in art, woven fine

A little spider’s effort and design

Crafting its genius, crafting its keep

Catching wayward fortunes’ reap

Of tangoed and tangled fates

In silken threads and wings spun

All glistening neath midday sun

As I struggle with mine a-chance

Line by line – by cursive ink wove

Rhythm and rhyme wrought and strove

Patiently waiting for that dance.

Cheung-Ling Wong

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