She worked all night to weave her web
A labor of love to feed her young
Made it back to the middle before the sun's rise
To rest after labor far and wide

The sun shed light on a beautiful sight
Until she noticed flaws in the walls
Would she ever get it right?

Perfection not found
She went another round 
This time making sounds:
Hiss, Hiss, Hissing

Some pieces were missing from Nature's Perfection
No peace could be found without sound
So she spit in the wind: hiss, hiss, hiss 
Then Hissed all the way around the next round

Searching for perfection 
She lost her direction
Havng spun in the sun 
until her mind was undone

Portions of her memory 
slipped through cracks in the web
The gaps perhaps had meaning:
A new beginning,
A path unmarched
No arch or color
a single yellow bow

Indicating another lap around the track
To track down the ones who fell through the cracks in her web
Now at a slower pace, she knows it not a race
Still amazing: It's a gestational space

Where time goes slow 
She kneads the dough as she hisses here and there at various foe
Doe, Ray, Me
                      Fa 
                             So 
                                   Low