The strength of the silken spiders web,
flimsy, filmy, fluttering in the softest sigh,
yet sturdy, beyond the moths strength,
more powerful than the hornets hope of escape.
The spider waits with prescient patience
its pleasant repast.
Yet worse than the horror of the innocent, caught,
is she who insnares herself in her own sticky trap,
which, with meticulous intention, she has wrought.
For whom?
She cannot recall.
But now, immobilized, stares out.
longing to be free of it all.