
Traveling today on Grandfather Mountain in North Carolina I came across this beautiful web soaked in the dew of a heavy overhanging fog. Its amazing engineering is breathtaking, as it reflected in the water drops shimmering in the morning light. Amazing something so beautiful can be a web of death. Much like the rest of our life. The things that shimmer and shine sometimes bring our demise!
Web of Death
In her dark tunnel she hides
Lying in wait for the blazing sun
Dew drops clinging to her web
Breathing quietly with the patience of Job
Knowing lunch comes as soft breezes will blow
Her web of death for unwitting insects
Entangled in her shimmering threads
Thin as fiber optics strong as steel
Once entangled they are her next meal

From her tunnel of darkness she emerges
Like a horror on the fun-house ride
A venomous bite and it’s all over
Then she’s back inside