Loyally I guard this walkway,

Trapping treacherous mosquitoes and flies.

I know it keeps my humans happy,

Every time one of them dies.

Oh look! Here comes one of my humans now.

Probably coming to thank me for being a hard worker.

Wait. Why is he stopping?

Oh no! Now he's destroying my home like a deranged berserker.

Dwindling, twisting, turning,

Until it is completely complete.

Now, beautiful relaxation!

Spinning spinning spinning...

Hearing the screech of a parakeet.

Hands slap amongst the screams, searching for me,

The shaking scares me to retreat.

I find my lovely torn home,

crumpled, ruined, and destroyed,

and so, I accept this day is a defeat.

They must not understand the glistening of my webs

Do not see the struggle of each connection

I watch it break, unravel as each corner shatters off

What must I do for this cycle to expire

My webs have not wronged anyone and neither have I

All I wish for is a simple acknowledgement of my patterns

Afterall, I just crave to decorate the world.

I must start anew.

My craft was ruined by a large being, torn apart, ripped to shreds.

My creation, my hard work, my daily life now wraps this figure and is pulled to the dirt.

A vantage point saved me from the same end,

but, exasperation feels worse.

I crawl to where once lied an amazing, entangled maze of pure beauty,

and sigh.

Alas, I must start anew.

Call me Penelope

each morning

they

tear about my house

(wherever I build)

running

to the lake, to the yard, out the gate, after balls, after ice cream, playing tag

not flies

they fly through

my dew spangled creation

never stopping to admire the diamonds I’ve caught

they stop instead

me from eating

They run,

they tear,

shredding my web

warping my weft

leaving me

of breakfast bereft

Hungry but resolute,

I

begin again

life as a spider

has its perks

your home is your castle

with sticky hallways

better than a moat

You can work from home

your dinner is delivered

but it is often lonely

until you have visitors

especially those humaniods

stumbly round your hall

obliterating floors and walls

without a care

If that human

put me in a spider zoo

I might live twenty years

How many times

would he stumble thru

my home then

Tall, bright, tall and rude

rude, tall clean and nude

loud noise

I ignore

up, down, in and out

up, down, in and out

over and over, it all happens again

Tall and loud I see my pattern

Tall and loud my home is done

Home sweet home, tall and loud

a shadow blinks over me,

It comes to a tear

they didn’t tear

my home sweet home

you're no longer near

Intricacy is key

Key

That’s my name

Or

At least that’s what I think it could be

But the problem with intricacy

Is that it isn’t always the strongest

Even though those humans say spider webs are nature’s steel

My web

While beautiful

Is not

It bends and folds, and blows

Blows, Folds, Bends

But at least whenever they walk through my web

It sticks

Because

Intricacy is Key