Spiders' Way

Spiders' Way They did not see me yet I know They pitched tents in the field below My window and I saw them there Wind-dancing in the morning air. A spiders' camp beaded with dew Framed within a window's view White tents like puffs ofsummer clouds Spider-spun into silken shrouds. Then under camouflage ofsun They struck their tents their campaign done Bivouac complete by early dawn They left as silent as a yawn. To leave so inconspicuously Is how the going ought to be The why and where no one to say Silent as the spiders' way. —Billy C. Clark 17 ...