for the prompt HTTP ERROR: No Web of Connections

orchard spider made its home
on a chair being
refurbished.
she made her web
intricately,
patiently weaving,
minute by minute,
hour after hour.
spinning
the gossamer
almost invisible strings,
sticky strands stretching,
perfectly
from empty seat rim
to highest chair back.
spider sits waiting
poised
perfectly
on halfway point
bullseye middle
waiting,
waiting on her web
for unsuspecting prey;
a moth perhaps
or a fly
or a wasp
(or clumsy me).
whatever…