Solitary spider

A Poem by Dipesh

At the ceiling,
Up at the angle of the room,
I found a spider.
Silently crawling on her web.
I don't disturb; I stare quietly.
It was newborn, preparing its nest.
What a masterpiece!
I was stunned with that beauty,
With its great design,
Similar to a hexagon honeycomb.
I wonder if they might be siblings.
But one day I see a bee's paradise,
Which head was off.
I don't focus that much.
I began to wonder at her build,
An architect without a degree.
How perfectly managed,
Every knot measured,
And every line crafted straightly.
Well, great perfection;
I sleep with that.
After some days I observe
A visitor inside the maze.
I think she’ll welcome him.
She proceeds carefully
And grabs the stranger in her
Clumsy claws.

What rivalry,
The loneliest one
In that paradise.