Eight symmetrical legs spin up a silken web,
With the dexterity of a pianist striking his keys,
back and forth and back and forth,
On the black and white keys
Weaving a breathless crescendo of perfect notes
While the audience watch in enthralled silence
until he stops.
And sits back as if to catch a breath,
And a thousand sighs escape their human chests.
Then the pianist leans back in and strikes his final note,
Just as the spider dances back and forth and back and forth,
on its Silver web lassoing its hapless prey with its sticky hooks.
A short struggle rises and then wanes as its hapless prey ceases to flutter
A thousand people rise in standing ovation.
Monday Challenge: Beguiling Poetry