The Silent Spinners

In the corners of our homes, they spin their silent webs,

Weaving their intricate patterns, without any words.

The silent spinners, the arachnids so small,

With legs as delicate, as they are tall.

They move with grace, through the strands they create,

A living work of art, so full of intricate detail.

We often fear them, with their beady eyes,

But they are more gentle, than we realize.

They spin their webs, to catch their prey,

In a dance as old, as time itself, they play.

And though they may seem, a little strange,

They play a crucial role, in nature's range.

So let us not fear, the silent spinners of our homes,

For they are a reminder, of nature's beauty, so pure and so known.

For they are the architects, of the miniature world,

And their webs, are their masterpiece, unfurled.