Dragoncrest Cliffs i like the sprinter better.

he lands a jumble in the sand,
the fish fin slapping his face
a small price to pay
for an easy meal ticket.

it’s a shadow crossing him
that causes his gaze to raise
ah, the insect-eyed girl
framed in a halo of white
he squints at the thing at her feet
a fresh kill, guarded by her paws.

do i want it? his head turns
from side to side
what’s her angle? she doesn’t strike him
as the kind to give anything
without strings attached.
no, she’s the spider
with her legs folded neatly around a web
waiting for the perfect moment
to cast her binding net.

what’s the catch?