I curiously observed an ant as it meandered, <br />ever closer to the spider's web. <br />In the corner of the window sat the spider, <br />a strand of web beneath its leg. <br /> <br />A waiting game was being played by the spider, <br />as the ant went this way and then the other. <br />How could it miss the web's support strands. <br />The spider bided its time and didn't bother. <br /> <br />The ant finally came across a strand and hesitated, <br />it tested its safety and then stepped back. <br />Surprisingly it climbed up to the labyrinth's centre, <br />the spider's sensors couldn't miss that. <br /> <br />It ran up the web and began to encase its prisoner, <br />but the ant fought hard against the thread. <br />Seconds later the spider returned to its corner <br />satisfied that its prey was as good as dead.<br /><br />Orlando Belo<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-spider-and-the-ant/
