Wednesday, June 25, 2008

Hunter

I went out hunting—to my favorite spot.
Where strong, broad leaves allow the wispy grasses to grow tall without falling. And bold sunshine warms the openness. There is always life here—for, in all seasons, it provides much for many.

Soon, the flowers will be covered with bees and butterflies—their heavy heads full of nectar, within flowers too beautiful to be called weeds.
Juicy leaves, the food of caterpillars and baby bugs—spilling milk into hungry mouths.


She has found the perfect spot and hidden herself well. Waiting for another life to be drawn to this place.
A small crab spider, waiting for breakfast.
Wary of me as I pry the leaves apart, she turns to face me fearlessly.
Widely-placed front legs ready, she is this milkweed’s hunter.
I must find my own.

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7 comments:

Lisa at Greenbow said...

Aren't those crab spiders just the most amazing spiders. I love to watch them pounce.

Lynne said...

It's amazing that a tiny spider would stare you down fearlessly isn't it?

Anonymous said...

How are your orphaned kittens doing? Can we please see a picture sometime soon?

Jill

Pat - An Arkansas Stamper said...

Beautiful prose, and photos. It's always a joy to visit your blog.

mon@rch said...

These guys are awesome!

NCmountainwoman said...

Great photos. I love the idea that there are so many hunters out there. And this great little guy makes it clear you are on his property.

KGMom said...

Nina--you have the most poetic eye I know of. Your photos are always so lush, and your descriptions the perfect match for them.