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