Arachnean Death

(February 1975)

The spider stops;
Sensing another being.
It raises its legs.
Move onward.
Changing directions.

It stops again.
Still.
Resting upon its web.
Forward.
Swiftly crawling.

The black fly.
Reckless.
Buzzing wildly.
Into the sticky net.
Trapped.

Down drops the spider.
Dangling.
Viewing its quarry.
Moving gracefully.
Void of hurry.

The attack.
The Panic.
The thrashing.
Struggling to the end.
Finish.

Death.
And victory.
Hunger satisfied.
The spider pauses,
Then moves on.

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Arachnean Death

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