Nature’s Arachnids

Stealthy tiptoeing through the tessellated thorns,

the beast waits for the cricket's scream

so he can attract blood to the scene

dying the silky labyrinth a nasty hue,

which only the sun can see.

Not you.

He now moves to a new home,

a place where he can now roam

killing time,

while listening,

for more prey who will ne’er see another day.

Still, the arachnoid stays,

watching another night 

nor thinking or regretting

upsetting, eh?

Slipping through time, that’s how natural the world goes,

I SUPPOSE?…