The Friendly Spider's Web

In a dusty attic corner, shadows played, Where sunbeams peeked, and cobwebs swayed.

A spider, small, with eyes so bright, Longed for a friend with all her might. Wanted friends, hard to find, In this dusty attic, left behind.

Her web, a silver, silken thread, Usually caught insects, living or dead. But today, she thought, “I’ll change my ways, And use my web for brighter days!”

A buzzing fly, with wings so sheer, Flew too close, filled with fear! “Oh, bother!” cried the tiny fly, “I’m stuck, I’m stuck! I’ll surely die!”

The spider scurried, quick and near, “Don’t fret, dear fly, there’s nothing to fear! I’ll cut you loose, just hold on tight, And set you free into the light!”

Then came a moth, all soft and brown, Drawn to the web, flying down. He too was caught, a gentle plea, “Oh, spider dear, please rescue me!”

The spider smiled, a friendly gleam, "My web's for help, it would seem! I'll free you both, no need to dread, And maybe, just maybe, we can be friends instead!"

She snipped and cut with nimble grace, Setting them free in that dusty place. The fly and moth, surprised and pleased, Felt all their worries gently eased.

They buzzed and fluttered, then flew near, "Thank you, spider, you're so dear! We’ll visit you, we promise true, And bring our friends to visit, too!"

So in the attic, dusty and old, A friendship blossomed, brave and bold. The spider smiled, her heart alight, New friends, no longer lonely, day and night!