Dave Bonta's "Spidery" is only a few lines long, but it leaves a strong impression. The opening question, "who looks at the morning with eight eyes," points to a spider, though the poem never names one. Instead, the title and the eight eyes let us make the connection ourselves. What's odd is that the spider is the one doing the looking, and morning is the thing being watched.
The last two lines turn the poem inward. "Every day a worse fear to make up" suggests that the fear isn't simply found in the world but invented, almost like a daily task. The speaker seems to see through those many eyes, or to feel as watchful and anxious as a spider. Judging by the wording, the mind keeps producing new dread whether or not there's a real reason for it.
The mood is uneasy but quietly wry. Nothing dramatic happens, yet the poem captures how an ordinary morning can feel crowded with worry.