Spider
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At last Wilbur saw the creature that had spoken to him in such a kindly way. Stretched across the upper part of the doorway was a big spiderweb, and hanging from the top of the web, head down, was a large grey spider. She was about the size of a gumdrop. She had eight legs, and she was waving one of them at Wilbur in friendly greeting. “See me now?” she asked.
—Charlotte's Web
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On a cobweb afternoon…
—Chris Cornell
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The water spider
bounces on his legs
but cannot shake the lake.
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The patience of the spider’s web
is not disturbed by dew.
—Braided Creek
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And think how
somewhere in Tuscany
a small spider
might even now
be stepping forth, testing
the silks of her web,
the morning air,
the possibilities;
maybe even, who knows,
singing a tiny song.
—Mary Oliver
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Poem: Walking Through A Spider’s Web
Poem: A Noiseless Patient Spider
Poem: Porch Swing in September
Spiders can fly hundreds of miles using electricity