Time Runs Out

I watched intently as a large bellicose garden spider repaired its broken web. I don’t know what destroyed it, something to large to trap became ensnared I supposed. I thought to myself, why do you bother, It’s way down in the fall and your days are growing short. In circuitous fashion it spun delicate orbs, as if in desperation, seeming to sense time running out. I watched each strand laid down in perfect geometric form, as it blindly followed some innate plan. Just at dusk, its work completed, it rested in perceived security, and waited to be rewarded for its labor. Last night there was a hard freeze.