The web is large.
It spans across two coconut trees.
Beautiful in it’s intricacy.
Concentric circles formed with a master’s touch.
Late afternoon light dancing on woven threads
Catching the movements of the creature within.
Golden yellow & black,
Her (why are spiders always female?) legs are long,
Body big and strong.
She is working hard for her dinner.
An elegant leg or two stretching toward
A black bodied creature caught within.
A precarious wrestle for survival ensues.
She who must eat & he who does not want to be consumed.
If she is to dine,
She must tangle this delectable morsel
Further within her sticky lace.
I turn my head away.
Certain that she has gained control.
When from the corner of my eye
I see her fly by.
Her dinner of black caviar
Is taking HER for a ride.
Together they ascend with lightening speed
Up into the coconut trees.
The dance of predator & prey has flipped
Around today.
Jocelyn Harper 
i like the intimacy of asking the question why spiders are always female and YES i always think of them that way
(because of their “sewing” or….?)
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nice to read words from you Susan ~
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Impressive & beautiful poem. You make it look easy…I can see your talent already!
The best of luck in your new adventure. Dick and I love that part of the world, also, so don’t be surprised to some day, but probably not this year, receive a call to join us for lunch or dinner.😍
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