The Spider doesn't ask for help

Or ask consent or approval.

When the web is right to her, it's right.

The Spider doesn't join a team

Or hunt in a pack like a lion,

But self sufficiency is her only motto.

And after the ambush had taken place,

She sits back and has a cigarette,

Or maybe two, before she spins a silken egg sac

Where she will lay her eggs,

And spin and spin until another web appears,

Then retract back in the dark recesses

That the world provides

For her to think

And write her poetry.

-jenn