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.