The Peacock Spider
The female waits, a speck of dull brown wool.
A rainbow flash is noted by one eye,
disturbing her placidity, but why?
No predators in sight, her stomach's full.
A spider's red-striped head invades her view.
Her instincts, hunt or flight are put on hold.
For one so small, he's curiously bold.
She hesitates, her brain a pinhead stew.
He waves a handsome pair of white-tipped legs.
His iridescent abdomen pulsates.
A vibrant blue, green, red, gold fan dilates.
In mesmerizing dance, his question begs.
Like rabbit's paws, his soft grey palps vibrate.
She contemplates attack to end the mime.
Her palps respond in resonating rhyme.
The arbitrary threads of fate conflate.
poem by Diane Hine
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