Tranquility rests as if suspended by nothing
with breaths so small my eyes can’t see,
so I remain without a move
to watch what life is in this web.
It’s legs are still like they’ve no life
to mimic death and all its might,
yet when a bug with careless eyes
flies much too close it knows demise.
In seconds life is shown in dash
as spider runs to disturbance,
the frantic legs of prey give squirm
to show it’s more than just a meal.
Yet the nature of the world
shows that none are ever safe
from the spin of web to curl
all of that life in hidden bait.
Enough was seen by hungry eyes
so I decide to leave the prize
of every moment given then
until another joy begins.