Classic and Contemporary Poetry

SNARES, by FLORENCE GRAUEL MILLER
First Line: I watched a spider weave his web
Last Line: Came flying to his lair.
Subject(s): Insects; Spiders; Trapping; Bugs

I watched a spider weave his web
From rosebush to the ground;
He traveled on each silken spoke
Then wove it round and round.

He fastened tight each glistening hoop --
A beauteous shining snare;
Small wonder little bugs, entranced,
Came flying to his lair.