Do not touch. Just look with eyes devoid of fear to fantasise. The female spider poised in web begins to move her slender legs.
And gracefully she plays her song like fingered harp-strings. Fragile, long. With four front limbs she picks her tune. Preferred selection Claire De Lune.
Accomplished legs instead of hands can gently pluck those chosen strands. Locating ones that soon vibrate the presence of a tasty bait.
The silent fly snared by her threads has changed the notes mad by her web. With little sight she finds her catch with musical prowess to match.