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