Backyard spider considers yesterday’s booty—
trio of cicadas, each five times its size. They wriggle

against thin-gauge web, but it holds, dances
to their shrill wingbeats, never loosening its sticky grip.

Spider licks its lips, weaves on. Meanwhile, lured
by ungainly bait, pileated woodpecker pair

scales phone pole, high and low, fiery heads bobbing,
feasting on today’s red-eye breakfast special.