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Spidercraft

A smallish spider
   Rappels herself down between
      Me and my screen:

Longlegged and brown
   Quite slender, when seen up close
      With reading glasses;

Swivelling agile
   Down on a thread past my nose,
      Landing on my arm;

Instant reaction,
   My skinacid is disgusting,
      Pulls away again;

Climbs back up fast
   Along the thin landingthread
      On gripelling legs.

An acute question:
   Index finger through the air
      Underneath her rump;

Yes, as expected:
   The arachnid takes her thread
      With her back up.

How? I do not know;
    Reeling in backwards perhaps,
       Gobbling on the go?

After a minute,
   Five feet up by the ceiling,
      There she hangs again

In her wire frame
   Stretching out above my head
      On supporting lines.

There is something
   About the spider's method
     That resembles mine;

The way they do it,
   That looks like thoughts and patterns,
      That mirror myself.

They have mastery
   Of their own spidery craft;
      They’re building things

So nearly alike,
   From idea to finished shape,
      The things that I do,

That I can almost
   Empathise with, in fact, know
      What she wants and does,

And therefore always
   Step up to admire her
      Claw- and spindelwork.