The black satin night
Silently weaving through the trees
Trampling the undergrowth
In the twilight I see
Spiders on webs
Thin Legs
Needle sharp fangs
Snaring
Trapping
Wrapping their victims
In a thread of fine silk
Thin, but strong
Cocooning insects in a ball
Sinking their razor teeth
Into the warm flesh
Drinking the life
Leaving a hollow corpse
She cuts the mummified body free
And watches it fall to the ground
She sets about repairing the net
Spiders are truly vampires of the insect world.
