SPIDER WEBS
The life of a spider, one full of constant toiling and work.
Not only is it about spinning web to catch a meal, but there is the sculpting of the home, that enforced funnel that calls at the end of each industrious day.
The web is spun and the spider prepared, a silky net spun between two trees.
Soon, with any luck, it will be feeding time.
The spider sits on an extended branch, casually surveying the web below.
The space between the trees is full of fluttering flies. It's only a matter of rime before one of them touches down and gets tangled up.
It's only a matter of time before the spider can repel down and claim its reward.
The sun filters down, highlighting the silky net. Is it too much? Will they see it?
No. There's one now - a single leg glued into the web, a potential meal.
It strains upward, then settles down. The trap is complete.
The spider slides down a slender tendril and touches down, it's nimble legs plucking across the weave to the floundering fly.
It's feeding time.
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