overnight the spider died

despite the many flies

and well-spun sacks

awaiting morning’s

care and coddling.


she’s stiffened up and

curled into herself,

held flicking;

old cartoon;

the wind to her web.


soon the eggs

will open,

here’s to hoping

that what’s left

will be ingested.

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