A Tiny Spider

by Miriam Hurdle


“Therefore do not worry about tomorrow, for

tomorrow will worry about itself. Each day has

enough trouble of its own.” Matthew 6:34

A tiny spider

Labors every night,

Spins his web, in

Perfect symmetry.

Innate architect!

He awaits for his prey

A fly, a moth, a butterfly.

Meal for the night,

Reward for the labor.

Before dawn,

Down his trap,

Hides away.

When night is nigh

He starts his day

Spins his web, again.




2 Comments to “A Tiny Spider”

  1. I love reading this verse again. A great attempt; a precise observation, of course.

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