Trap

Trap

Walking through forest,

The golden sunlight of late evening in late

Summer,

Streams through delicate orbs of web.

Suspended in a sea of leaves,

Three-dimensional domed traps,

Made of delicate lines of fractal rainbow light.

Like hanging doorways to other dimensions,

The spider has spun a whole world,

Where time is suspended,

And unsuspecting prey is captured

And flung through a portal,

From life to death.