Cruisin' across the Sahara in my 1952 Cadillac,
I was singing along to a song, thinking about Jack Kerouac.

Coming over the next rise, I never expected to see,
Such a conflagration of Walruses looking back at me.

Passing a lone daisy under the sun set on broil,
They were making their way across the big sandy soil.

Thoughts evolving and revolving inside of my brain,
Led me to believe I might be under a bit of a strain.

Searching for my bottle of purified mineral water,
I quenched my thirst and prayed for no less than an hour.

That these visions of sea mammals would quickly pass.
And leave me to sing songs in my old Cadillac.

Was a Wolf Spider
wandering 'round.
Searching for dinner
On the dark ground.

It didn't make webs,
didn't have a tunnel.
No traps or sticky threads,
No venom or funnel.

But deadly nonetheless,
Striking so quick.
Relentlessly tracking,
And named for this trick.

Traveling quickly,
Hiding from the light,
Stalking its prey,
Having a bite.

Now some say they're icky,
Some get creeped out.
But taking the time
to just look about

Shows how essential
are these little creatures.
Intricate killing spiders
with deadly brown features.