First there was a bottleneck fly dead in the abandoned web on the other side of my window, and the wasp came intermittently to…to what? to smell it?—and then zipped away before getting entangled itself. And then there was one half of a maple helicopter, still green from the tree, also trapped in the web. And now there is an unpretty brown fleck of dried leaf, dead too soon; it's only August. Each day, something else gets caught in the mangled web. A dandelion parachute. A bug I can't identify, once alive, now dead.
I don't know why the spider abandoned this web with a fly in it. I wish she would come back and tidy up her mess. It's spoiling the view.
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