The Sand Hill Review               http://www.sandhillreview.org 2008

The Spider Webs

On the balcony, beneath the single light,

there’s a farm of them, webbed planes

slicing into another, each with one fat host.

They all belong to the cat. Sitting on the rail below,

she is the one who watches them spin and scuttle,

the one who almost wills the flies

to bump their way up rough walls to get a first foot

caught. Little goddess, she seems to sleep—

and when the big one drops down

to the moth newly glued, she brightens her eyes.

Amy MacLennan