Sense Sonnet - Pumper

 Inspiring

It is quite late in moonlit night.

Outside my window I do stare,

Seeking to be inspired to write.

A spider is resting out there,

Maybe waiting to be inspired

To weave a web all good and strong.

For me such a poem is desired,

But seems to be taking too long.

Next thing I know, I do awake.

I must have fallen fast asleep,

And no more poetry did make.

I see the dew dropped strands run deep.

A fresh morning spider web be,

A finished work of poetry.