The bird a nest, the spider a web, man friendship.

And Father, how can I love youOr any of my brothers more?I love you like the little birdThat picks up crumbs around the door.

It is a foul bird that fills his own nest

Thy friendship oft has made my heart to ache; do be my enemy--for friendship's sake.

Thy friendship oft has made my heart to ache; do be my enemy - for friendship's sake. -William Blake.

The spider's web: She finds an innocuous corner in which to spin her web. The longer the web takes, the more fabulous its construction. She has no need to chase. She sits quietly, her patience a consummate force; she waits for her prey to come to her on their own, and then she ensnares them, injects them with venom, rendering them unable to escape. Spiders – so needed and yet so misunderstood.