Encounter With Spideress

Marvel at her huge size, the stuff of nightmares, motionless she hangs in the center of a universe of her own emission. Her legs, segmented, like stalks of grass, test vibration Hanging orb-like above a tiny male that awaits his destined peril- because to devour a mate is not exclusive to the Black Widow. Another male in-waiting, at the web's perimeter, came too late. His will be a different fate to pine for an encounter, he’s far better off without. Her ‘itsy- bitsy’ children exist like tiny drops of mercury hanging from single threads Let's hope she mistakes their motion for a breeze. Danger - their only option They are scavengers of tiny bugs from the woven edges of her den until they have size enough to set forth on the wind Knowing they will grow to be like her. No question!