silver spiders slide down silver strands
of woven web wrought in windy weeks
catching cold and callous quarry -
unsuspecting, unavoidably upcoming
morsels-, meals of magnificently
exquisite excellency. Such endeavor
any authentic arachnid would assail
with vivid vigor, vehemently viewing
the pitiful prey's permeating pain
at the drip-drip-drip of dry
and soundless schadenfreude.
