by John Yeo
Spider with the web you weave
What do you wait to catch?
A passing fly foraging to survive,
Perhaps you are passing time
Waiting for your food to arrive.
Spider your hungry instincts believe
All winged creatures you catch
Are food to sate your appetite.
Food for thought to feed your mind
With the struggling captive still alive.
Spider tell me do you ever grieve
Over the many lives you despatch?
Do you ever speculate the right
To kill and then manipulate
Your prey before you consume it.
Spider, I wonder how you conceive
Your part in a very long process
To eat a fly that you cleverly capture
By spinning your intricate web.
A link in a very long food chain.
Spider, I wonder with no reprieve
A flying predator passing by,
Watches you waiting on your web
Swoops and snatches you for food
To feed a family in a cosy nest.
Spider, the lasting legacy you left
Before your sad, sudden demise,
You laid and expertly hid your eggs.
Then the babies become food again
Links in the eternal food chain.
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