Today I saw a spider kiss a fly.
She wrapped him up before sucking him dry.
I watched all this in the blink of an eye,
Hearing bursts of buzzing, before they died.
In his defense, the fly put up a fight,
But the crafty spider packed quite a bite.
The fly got cocky and careless in flight,
Landing up on the menu for the night.
The end came slowly, she was taking time,
Making sure that the silk would keep its bind.
The fly buzzed feebly, but she didn't mind,
Because her poison was one of a kind.
It struck me as odd, this foxtrot of doom.
Insect predator and prey in my room,
For one, a pantry, the other a tomb,
Playing out life's riddles, safely cocooned.
With a few short bursts, the moment arrived.
The spider descended upon the fly.
The time had come for that final goodbye.
In a lover's embrace, spider and fly.