Spider Time

The flies have all fattened, as have the spiders, who have grown in number as well. Amazing, the work of a spider. by looking at a spiders web, you can tell its species and its gender. I wonder if its like that with people. The web that each of us weaves, or the one we weave together, could you pass it by, and at a glance identify the humanity that constructed it, the way you can with a spiders web? There are so many spider webs this time of year.
Its spider time in the woods,
in the not quite summer afternoons,
not quite evenings,
in the semi-light between the trees.
Spider time,
and its hard to go anywhere without.
On the walls, in the corners,
and in the woods,
between trees, right in front of me, a web in my face. I stop, spider right in front of me, and see, a white insect hit the web and stick, just inches to my left, the spider trips over three threads, in an instant and jumps on the bug. The spider dances, spinning the insect into its sarcophagus.
Stops,
and dances differently. hind legs gather silk from spiders back pocket. The back legs, smallest set they gather and throw, gather and throw, gather and … at no time is more then one leg extended, the other leg back. One leg attacks, the other retracts, repeats. Spider hacks, then in thick meat of insects body-skull. Spider sips nectar through silk filter,
and in an instant
back to the center of the web
in front of my face
in the center of the path
between the trees
in the woods
by the stream.