She Has Work to Do

She has work to do, establishingHer anchor threads, her frame threads,Even her bridge thread and all her radii,
Hub to be ready by dawn, herself resting --All-powerful, so far as any lacewing canSee. Seeking out the ripest berries, she 
Works not to eat drupelets, but entirely toOffer them as bait to fruit flies and their ilk.Right away along comes anotherKiller, a ladybird beetle, seeking the berries
Too, and for the same reason. He's caught,Offers resistance, is overwhelmed, rolled up,
Done. Whatever comes in, if protein, herOvum will accept. Death it is brings life.