She works all night to make her home

One that annoys us all,

Each night she may have to build again

And every time it’s different,

To some it may always look the same

But to some of us it’s art,

Some days she builds a trap for you

As you scurry out the door,

So much design in each silk web

You can’t help but to be amazed,

Every twist and turn of her home

Makes a blanket against the sky,

While you take your broom and destroy her work

Just remember she’ll be back,

You may not like her silk design

But the next one is more intricate.

Andrea Schuck