teaching daughters while victims harden
a ballerina of the high wire
her body reflecting Autumns fire
fascinated by the things I fear
I noticed her the other year
while photographing her minute life
quite uncaring of worldly strife
her single minded purity of purpose
silver web turns in aerial circus
my spider friend has such a deft touch
deadly she is; pities not her crutch
a cross of Wolf and Harvest breed
I admire her and fuel her need
designed by a most delicate hand
she builds our bridges strand by strand...