How intricate the knots,
The thread so delicate,
I scarcely ever noticed before.
How often had I torn them down
Treating them as a nuisance.
Perhaps out of ignorance,
Perhaps out of misplaced fear,
Picturing a threat where one did not exist.
Without prompt I stopped in my tracks,
Marvelling at this masterpiece
Spun from the lowly spider.
Her web so unlike the tangles of man,
Perfect and symmetrical,
Designed with a divine purpose.
Not to deceive…nay,
But to live and to feed
As the Creator intended.
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Dom DiFrancesco 
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