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.