Web

As a spider weaves it's web

I start to ponder

On it's existential dread

Can I see inside its head?

The patterns are very intricate

Fit to catch your food with it

But this topic's pretty delicate

So will there be an end to it

From straight down 

Till it loops around

This will be the prettiest 

Web in the town

But I been here too long

I'm feeling weak and start to think,

Is it wrong to be 

A spider critique?

But it's been going for hours

And I never had the powers

to turn art into flowers

instead of something for the hour

Shattering my human ego

I decided it's time to go

Because I'd rather see a spider a spider

than an artful foe