i find delight in the spider
he of long and spindly leg
that floats in air as a glider
affixed to silken string o' web
concentric circles in straight line
affixed with spokes from hub
dripping glue of deadly shine
to catch the flying grub
in centrepoint, without a breath,
he sits with pincers poised,
ready to deal blow of death
in lethal void of noise
with patience, as ship in berth,
he waits, with glee 'n mirth
sits very still, grin suppressed,
to welcome unwary guest
the slightest tremour from his trap
sends him racing to his food
in cocoon with zap and snap,
mummifies unfortunate dude
and when he's ****** out last saliva
of life and meaning from his caller
he retracts as deep-sea diver
to the depths of fatal mauler
there to bide his time again
until the next crashing plane,
insect flies into his den
and 🕷 smiles and nods, 'amen'.
