As I came out from behind a backyard bush, <br />where I'd gone to secretly pee, <br />I paused to admire its clumps of purple blossoms, <br />and there I spied a silent …..bumblebee. <br /> <br />I stared at the bee (I was very close) , <br />and then I stared some more. <br />The flower's inner surface was near-white, <br />and the bee was near the flower's core. <br /> <br />I waited for the striped bee to fly off, <br />but that darn bee never did budge. <br />THEN I saw the yellow spider sucking at the bee's neck, <br />like I would feast on a piece of fudge. <br /> <br />I think the spider had injected the bee, <br />turning the bee's innards into soup. <br />Part of bee would be converted to spider tissue, <br />and part of bee would become spider poop. <br /> <br />I'm writing this sitting outdoors in a chair, <br />and I just noticed a small spider on my sleeve. <br />It's a teeny-weeny (little) spider, BUT, <br />if I see a GIGANTIC spider coming, I think I'll leave! <br /> <br />(May 30,2014)<br /><br />Bri Edwards<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/death-in-a-rhododendron-nature-predator-prey-in-miniature-invertebrates-medium/
