Now is the time of the spider
The garden a labyrinth of filigree webs
Glistening with vivid pearls of dew
Threads thrown wide from hedge to house
A tiny spider small as a bead, ensnared a bee
Three timed its size
Pulsing excitedly from a distance
Waiting for the bee to still
Then lightening fast
Bound the bee in a silky cocoon
Until it beat and buzzed no more
Wrapped in a duvet of death
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