Spider

"Spider"

  While looking out my window
As I lay upon my bed,
  I saw a little spider
Hanging from a thread.

  The wind it blew from side to side
The insects' tiny foe.
  I wondered if she could hold on,
Or would she just let go.

  I rushed outside to save her
But found it was in vain,
  The wind had won the battle
By pelting her with rain.

Sylvia Nike