An industrious spider works overnight

Overnight, over the parapet wall of my balcony, a spider was at work.
From building this large web, it obviously did not shirk.

The morning sun glinted off the web, so magical
Its silken threads making me wax so lyrical.
I wondered about the spinneret glands under its belly
That helped make this work of art, that should be on telly.

Different glands, different types of silk made,

From one, a safety line is trailed,

another, sticky silk to trap its prey

a third, stronger silk, for wrapping it may.

So much energy does the spider expend

all to feed itself, in the end.

All the work and it lasted not a day

The rain came that evening and washed it all away.

Whatever became of it, I sit and wonder

As I listen to the intermittent thunder.

Another day, another web

So does life flow and ebb.