Hot weather to almost the extreme. Setting metal re-bar for a stem wall with metal so hot it burns. Yet, at the end with the temp in the high nineties, a red spider sat on top of one of the footing sticks of re-bar.

It was a proud and very wonderful little creature. For such I have great admiration. We talked and I told it that tomorrow the concrete forms will be installed and thoughts of a web should be moved.

Tomorrow, we’ll see if the spider took the advice. Though, it is much like me and probably will just proceed.

Thus, the inspiration for a poem.

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Web Slinger

 

Often silken nets carpet the ground, bushes, and trees

In size large to small, the spiders work and watch it all

Flying the currents so high, burrowing holes so deep

even some swim under water with a bubble to call home.

 

Today the visit by the red spider, it was nice to see

Eagles soaring in the distance and cry

Ravens social circle of rage

Sun so hot it burnt

yet the red spider

stood

and

talked to me.