Sun Spun
Started By
The spider, dropping down from twig,
Unfolds a plan of her devising,
A thin premeditated rig
To use in rising.
And all that journey down through space,
In cool descent and loyal hearted,
She spins a ladder to the place
From where she started.
Thus I, gone forth as spiders do
In spider's web a truth discerning,
Attach one silken thread to you
For my returning.
--E.B. White
A challenge from my boyfriend. He knows how much I hate spiders so he challenged me to draw a spider weaving a web through space.
The spider is a Black Widow except that her butt is the sun.
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Comments? Critiques?
-Thistle