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Treasures of The Spider

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ScientificName: Nephila maculata

The golden orb weavers are one of the largest spiders. Their webs can be found hanging off sign posts, in or between trees and can even be spotted driving 100 km/h in a vehicle. The females can measure up to 45 mm while the smaller males measure only 6 mm. The male is often found in the web of his girl friend. Beside the male and the female boarders resides in the web. They are called quicksilver, dewdrop or droplet spider because their silvery body shines like drops of water in the sun.

The web is extremely strong.
The giant wood spider (Nephila maculata) can be found from Japan all the way down to Australia and West to India. 

The large yellow spots under the legs are a distinguishing characteristic of this species.
 Their webs stretch to a diameter of one meter between  trees. It is easy to accidentally walk straight into one as they sit in the middle of their web.
It belongs to the golden orb weaver family, which is why its silk is yellow, and this silk is the strongest of any spider. The web is about a meter across, and sometimes small birds or bats get caught in it


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Treasures of The Spider

Thursday, April 26, 2001 12:47:49 AM

Treasures of the Spider

Spider!
Beware of 
the night feeder.
Tiny bat wings, swifter,
than the absence
of light, silent, merciless
terror. 

By morning,
I survey the remnants
of your web, rent and empty
 of you, just tiny whispers
of your once, existence.

Your uneaten prey,
all neatly wrapped 
and dangling-
as a reminder
of all 
that we
can't take to heaven

Suzanne Delaney

Written for a  Golden Orb spider I 
named Spideress.
See note - above

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  1. Date: 4/7/2013 8:52:00 PM
    Dear Suzanne, So much in life YOU have seen.To write such precision acuratcy.There is a cavernacross from the Cabin and as the Sun disappears the bats stream out distroying every insect from here to the Church Steeple in the valley below.Exactly as YOU describe in YOUR POEM "Treasures of the Spider YOU bring the Reader to the subject Awesome POETIC Artistry.LOVE YOU ALWAYS and FOOREVER YOUR Eternal Liege...Harry

  1. Date: 4/6/2013 12:47:00 PM
    GooI spider stuff. I've written a couple on the beast myself. Love, daver

  1. Date: 4/5/2013 7:09:00 PM
    "all that we can't take to heaven"... plain truth in simple words; I like your style; it's so poignant. Excellent write, dear Suzanne! Love, Hanitra

  1. Date: 4/5/2013 3:16:00 AM
    SuZ-enjoyed this very much. Rick

  1. Date: 4/5/2013 2:57:00 AM
    This is brutal in a lovely fashion.