Spider and the Sun

by Armand Garnet Ruffo

She spins her web to save the world,
in a last gasp effort to catch the stolen sun.
The effort made she pulls it home
to earth to befall, and become:
over smoky skies and tainted oceans,
ultramarine, cerulean, and cobalt blue.

Oh, grandmother spider, how did you
do it when all our efforts were in vain?
Bear, moose and elk replete with query
in their suits of brawn, an imploring refrain.
On eagle’s back I took a ride my dears,
cast my net and snared the blazing orb.
A glance, a shrug, and onward without fear.

Aware, and unawares it goes, the storyteller
beckons, the one with ears aglow: go now
and learn this story, made best by lesson.