An Instance………….

She was there, totally lost and busy.

Moving up-down, left-right and across

How can I deny, she did inspire me?

Carefully knitting her web, as tender as moss

I sat idle, sipping coffee, my eyes open and lit

Discovered she was employee, she the employer.

The little business girl’s only inventory, her spit

Indigenously she wove it with great splendor.

She made me feel belittled, though so little.

It’s strange for hours I watched a spider.

With her appendages weak and feeble

She boldly taught me to live as a leader.

But envying her absolute independence

I ruthlessly crushed her in next instance.