If I’m a predator
then I’m
The Spider.
The spinner of
silky threads.
The weaver of
intricate webs.

The feeler of
vibrations
permeating
through
their network.
For, it only takes
a tension in
The One
to generate
reverberations
through The All.
And where I feel it..
There I follow..
there I go.

And then
they are enveloped
in a silky texture..
and then a prickle
and a trickle
of sweet poison..
with the potency
to liquify.

And then
I feast upon them..
with profound
intensity..
of eight
hypnotically
unturning
eyes.