A glossy, black spider
hung from the corner
of the eaves like a musician
upon her conductor’s baton.
Her legs fluttered as she moved
across her web. She ambushed
her prey with precision,
her web becoming a prison.
Methodically she injected
her poison and wrapped the insect
as if it were a baby needing
to be swaddled for safekeeping.
She was far more radiant in her element
than smashed upon the cold cement.