A Spider’s Art

This art’s a web
Made out of thread
She makes each strand with care
She spins, she ties
She loops, she flies
With strands as light as air
Her thread, it whirs
Each leg, it blurs
As she swings to and fro
Making sure
Each thread’s secure
The web begins to grow
A final thread
Completes the web
It’s firmly set in place
And now she stands
Upon the strands
They’re firm, yet fine as lace
It seems mundane
Yet I maintain
This is a work of art
A unique art
A special art
A spider’s work of art