Icky Sticky Spider Web

Hand reaches out, mindlessly touching empty space

Then fingers feel something else

something strange and sticky

something that shouldn't be there

I pull my hand back, a sigh of annoyance,

shaking off the threaded stickiness

I find the source and stare in disgust

A spider web

An icky sticky spider web

I reach a hand out this time to remove the threaded sticky mass

And then my eyes catch another sight

The creator of the web itself

A creepy crawly, icky spider

I think of ways to rid of the spider and its icky sticky web

And then my eyes notice something else

The spider though small

moves with such elegant grace

circling the web with such will and determination

Weaving the pieces of its web I've destroyed

like a crafted artist, nature's most talented weaver

Its not just an icky sticky web anymore

I find myself admiring the pattern

A symmetrical pattern, like waves

how the spider perfectly spins each part with focus and care

I don't draw back in disgust anymore

Instead, I'm mesmerized by both spider and web