Weaving her strands, she forms a fine mesh.
A true work of art, designed to ensnare flesh.
Tirelessly she works until the web is done.
She now rests and the waiting has just begun.
The unsuspecting prey, not realizing the plot,
Within her strong web, he finds himself caught.
He is trapped but why is it, he has no fear?
Even as her prey, he sees her drawing near.
He was created especially for her feeding.
For her venom, he finds himself needing.
Skillfully, she wraps him in a tangle of fine silk.
Yet her restraints are soothing as motherís milk.
He was created specifically for this resolve.
To become one with her flesh he will evolve.
As she injects him with venom, he shall surely die.
Intended as her nourishment, he lets out a final sigh.
Is this not how nature has always been?
A never ending circle from way back when.
Some are meant to be a predator and some are prey.
Lifeís inherent balance will always be this way.