A
spider's web spun skillfully between two bars of the high wrought iron gate, drops
of fresh rain glisten and sparkle on the delicately woven strings, in the soft glow
of the weak winter sun it looks like a shimmering Swarovski diamond necklace. The predator
is not home, but dinner awaits; a small fly had flown right into the fragile death
trap, caught in the sticky and deadly net, the struggling, the maneuvering always
coming to a final release, a gentle end.
