She’s hidden her egg sack in the needles of a pine branch, a pale yellow susuwatari. A few golden strands of her web have snapped and congealed into a larger, tangled one. The larder appears full, two strings of “black pearls”.
the orb weaver
sitting motionless for days
nothing gold can stay
©️sbwright2023
鵲の歌 / Magpie Song 
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