Moth

At first there is an egg, laid carefully by it's mum,
Sitting motionless at night, and in the warming sun,
One day the egg will hatch, a larva will be born,
Another name is a caterpillar, to greet the still fresh morn.

At this stage of it's life, driven by instinct it will eat,
More than a normal insect would, a leafy gargantuan feat,
In preparation for it's next phase, the day is coming soon,
It will wrap itself up, in a self made Brown cocoon.

During this time a miracle, in its cocoon of lasting bliss,
A wonder of the natural world, a metamorphosis,
It will break out from it's Brown tomb, a truly joyous sight,
The caterpillar is now a moth, and soon it will take flight.

Minding his own business, the moth will fulfill its fate,
Flying all around day and night, and searching for a mate,
It then becomes apparent, the lifecycle of the moth,
Although it's described briefly here, we can agree you cannot scoff.

The moth was flying through the air, until it flapped no more,
Stuck apon a hair like strand, he hasn't seen this before,
The moth could not break free, no matter how hard he tried,
He saw the carcass there of a fly, but one that had already died.

In his outer eyesight, he noticed a hairy leg,
He shouted to the spider, and pleaded and he begged,
But the spider was reacting on instinct, honing in on vibrations made,
The moth was totally done for, I don't think he'll be saved.

The spider stood there watching, at the moth who was just caught,
The moth thought he hesitated, but the spider was deep in thought,
Maybe he will release me, so I can be on my way,
But the spider was way too hungry, his Xmas had come today.

The fangs had pierced the moth, and the venom quickly released,
And kept injecting his moth victim, until movement had ceased,
The spider wrapped the moth up, with web from it's abdomen sac,
This moth will make a nice little meal, for an afternoon snack.