Night Shift
Today I watched a spider weave
Its complex web
My eyes were wide
Its gentle care and loving spin
How quickly made
This house, a home
How has something smaller than
A single moment
Caught my human, judging, gaze
Steel-like strings and perfect math
The pattern made, it makes me ponder
How can I, a conscious sloth
Make that which is so uniform?
Yet even after making’s end
Each lattice, unique and rare
Ever changing, patterns show
Consistencies in gossamer
This simple construct points to flaws
Within one’s self and mine as well
To slowly move and build but rot
Is nothing more than man’s free will
A “mindless” beast has far surpassed
Our laziness and faults of past
(With beauty, dedication too)
And makes up what it lacks in size
With patience, perfection, and poison
The web destroyed and moved anew
Today I’ll watch a spider weave
Its complex web
My eyes are wide