A Spider And Its Shadow Poem by Patti Masterman

A spider and its shadow
The strangest dance did do;
The spider seemed to curtsy,
But the shadow never knew.

Then balanced on a tightrope,
The spider climbed up the sky,
While down beneath, the shadow
Was scarcely creeping by.

When dusk happened upon them,
The shadow stood on stilts,
And up above, the spider
A silken web, had built.

At night, the busy spider
Slept on the rippling breeze-
But vanished was the shadow,
Till morning stroked the trees.