A spider spinning threads of silk
On plants begun to wilt
Fights autumn’s changes nature’s way
By weaving sticky quilts
The feathery creations filter air
Collecting insects flying there
Disrupting and aborting flights
Buggy meals for longish nights
When nearby air begins to freeze
Fewer bugs fly through the breeze
As cooling lessens catching chances
The spider’s hungriness advances
It responds by spinning webs galore
Bigger, better, stronger
And checking several times and more
Each one a little longer
So it is clearly nature’s way
To use the web more everyday
So we are not alone in seeking
Ways to get one’s web hits peaking
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