Spider

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.

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