Falling to earth with such a crash,
antenna waves and legs do thrash
as panic fills this quiet place,
invading visitor is fast to race.

It chirps so loud, out into the night
perhaps to explain its weary plight.
In hope that someone may attend
and come to rescue a dear friend.

Alas the latter does not show
but I think that it doesn't know,
as off it stalks with knowledge none,
his fate is not an healthy one.

I sit in such a peaceful state.
Contented just to sit and wait
until this morsel feels secure.
As legs thrash through silky lure.

Until that time with such a gasp,
the critter steps into my grasp.
To struggle now is not of worth
as my fangs intrude throughout its girth.

With a body now so soft and limp,
interior now a lovely drink.
Its frenzied kicks to get away
for this cricket will never pay.

Venoms course, its presense felt,
a life that dwindles with the melt.
All that's left are bones to crunch
As this Tarantula enjoys her lunch

Come into my parlour
said the spider to the fly,
would you like a cup of dew or a slice of cricket pie.

Locust is for dinner,
Roach's served for tea
it should be really comfy
cause there's only you and me.

Perhaps we both can surf the web
or talk about the weather.
We could go out and try on clothes, I look real good in leather.

But first of all let's go inside.
That's it my dear fly
and now that you have entered here
it's time to say goodbye.

Oh little Cricket,
         Why have you gone silent?