Future Food Poem by Nellie Isabelle Steward Cooper

Should we ask the spider to be sorry for his victims?

Be very contrite, apologetic and remorseful?

Displaying his just due, as corpses hang all around

Many ensnared and not yet corpses as of now

Are only his larder, future food to feed hunger

Some know no other way to live except by cunning

The exquisite art of survival being an essential motif

Beauty in it's own right and always said as being necessary