Arachnid astronaut

City lights seen from space
Forming the spiderweb
filling the rafters of my cellar
Connecting vertices
Supporting, homing, feeding

A fiber twitches
Alerting of an intruder
Or a meal
Both unsuspecting
they walked in without seeing it
Gossamer tickling and sticking
Become an unwitting part of the network
Because nobody watching from above saw fit to warn them
Their vantage point too high
The carriage of sound too slow
To breach the distance in time

Perhaps it's a potential mate
Come to court
Will you bite off his head?
Or will you let him go?
Will he build a web like yours
A single string connecting you
Until each ancillary encounter he has
Becomes a satellite base?
Your web may no longer be yours
part of a larger system of stars or highways
you scud from one to another
And never touch the ground