Unlike Robert the Bruce,
I feel no sense of accomplishment when watching the industry
of the spider as it spins its fine silken dance at the bottom
edge of my library window.
I sit there watching it recreate the try
and try again routine in the vain hope of catching the elusive
as each morning I brush away the web
but never seeing the many fold truth of its endeavours.
I am not inspired by its work,
quite the opposite, for I feel it puts me to shame