An entwined spider web looms
Upon the bare wall
Of a dust-filled room
As light takes its leave
A particular spider comes out to play
Among his web, he sits and waits
For the ending of a day
Watch as the spider weaves
Itself a brand new home
A dwelling to rest its sleepy head
And sing his merry song
Dance carelessly in the night
Where no one can hear or see
Beyond the midnight sky
Jubilant and carefree
But at the break of dawn
He will depart his dancing shoes
And this particular spider
Will drift back into recluse
-Until obscurity reappears