saturday, july 15

it's after midnight
on the window screen, a mantis
tears the wings from a small moth
this is a land of things which catch
and devour
at least two species of wasp specialize
in the paralysis of spiders
there are many spiders
mornings, the grass is full of
webs silvered with condensation and
low-angled light
in the kitchen, a spindly arachnid
litters a corner of our table with
the wreckage of its prey
weeks ago there were many such spiders
now there is only one
which has grown much larger.

tags: topics/poem

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