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A friend of mine panics the minute she sees a spider. It's dead before Identification. My life is filled with spiders of all kinds. I come into contact with poisonous ones daily, but I also come in contact with the beautiful and the fasicnating ones. I wrote this poem for my friend.

I’m so sorry the spiders make you wrought,

You killed one, who webs, he does not brought,

He stalks his prey, usually his own kind,

He is a cannibal in his own mind.

He doesn’t spin webs for you to see,

He scurries around, he doesn’t flee,

If another spider might be hiding there,

He goobles him up, he doesn’t share.

It sounds like a wolf spider he is,

Large, brown furry looking he tis,

Why, because he is a she,

On her back all her babies, like fur, be.

If he’s a tiny brown spider with spindly legs,

It’s is necessary, to be killed, he begs,

Reclusive in nature is how he is named,

Poisoning us is the name of his game.

This is also the one with fine stringy webs,

He does not design with the finesse of Debs,

No crazy quilt or geometric design,

Any haphazard way, with him is fine.

The reclusive female is the mean one indeed,

Her bite is terrible, causing infections that bleed,

The male Brown Recluse, is the tiniest of all,

He is not very mighty because he’s so small.

A spider you don’t see often in the light,

Is one that’s black, like the dark of night,

On the female’s back is an hour glass,

Letting you know, let this spider pass.

She is a very spiteful, hateful dame,

Killing her mate is her end game,

She waits till his studdly deed is done,

He’s dispatched quickly, to heaven gone.

There are spiders which delight the eye,

Some can make you laugh till you cry,

A jumping spider does not cause fright,

He’ll make children squeal with delight.

Take your finger and impede his path,

You’ll get a giggle when he shows his wrath,

On his haunches he rears back,

Making a show of a feigned attack.

He’ll quickly charge away from you,

Throwing a web like a climber would do,

Repelling off the edge of your table or desk,

Knowing you’ll say, “You won’t be missed”.

So many spiders in our life we need,

In my garden I love the garden spider’s greed,

He spins webs of gorgeous designs,

Catching flying insects, all the time.

Think twice before the disastrous deed you dispatch,

Think about the “Charlottes” who have hatched,

Think before executing the final blow,

Is this someone I should get to know?

Sheepish Dec 2, 2207

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