On Spiders and Sadness

(I haven't been feeling great lately. This came, but not really sure what to do with it. Thanks.)

During the day, the spiders hide.
They come out at night
to hunt and feed.

Our porch is familied
by banana spiders.
They're fascinating to watch.
How quick they are when an insect
catches in their web.

The spider waits.
The moth hits the silken strands;
in a furious flash
the spider
flurries along its path,

trapping the moth in.
The moth flutters, chokes.
Dies.
I wonder if the spider
enjoys the hunt.
The kill.
I think it's like that

With me and the pain.