Dangling above the world
I see dim movement from below,
a pendulum in the breeze
as I begin an intricate pattern.

Weaving back and forth
in outward motions
an angled filled octagon
begins to take shape.

Watching, more like feeling,
every movement, vibration,
comes to me in laser like
flashes, in reds and blues and greens.

Traveling down silken wires,
where I lurk and wait
manning my security panel
watching for a meal and danger.

An alarm flashes red on my panel,
I feel it coming from above me,
I slink into action
to see what my trap has caught.

A fat green grasshopper struggles
it's wings and legs thrashing as I approach
a quick bite and injected venom
slows the agitation, as I begin to wrap it.

Blue laser lights travel to me
from another quadrant,
I rush to find a lime green Luna moth
it's chartreuse eye spots staring in fear.

A bite and another,
white wrapped package,
left for me to enjoy
at my leisure.