The spider spun a silver web
Above the ground last night
It was round with little spokes
And such a pretty sight
This morning there were drops of dew
Hung on it, one by one;
They changed to diamonds, rubies red.
Then they were lit with sun.
A spiders nice to have around
To weave a web so fine
On which to string the drops of dew
That catch the bright sunshine.
(Anon and slightly amended)
PJB Update: A scan earlier this week apparently didn't reveal anything new to report. Eyes open and some minor physical movement but not responding at all so being referred to the Neurology Team. Doctors say 'be prepared for the worse scenario'.....so the wait goes on. FAB.