She has work to do, establishing
Her 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 can
See. Seeking out the ripest berries, she
Works not to eat drupelets, but entirely to
Offer them as bait to fruit flies and their ilk.
Right away along comes another
Killer, 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, her
Ovum will accept. Death it is brings life.