Over a camera, a spider,
Moves forth and back like a glider…
Spinning its web
Before making bed,
Hoping for unwary colliders!
We’ve seen hornets, wasps and flies,
The farther the focus
The more hocus pocus,
And the bigger they seem to our eyes.
The underside of this spider looks white,
At least near that shining spotlight…
Its legs all moving
And the web is improving,
Should be finished by morning’s light.