by: Ron Dailey
Building the perfect home
Between two trees
I’m as skillful as an acrobat
With no need for trapeze
Spindling weaving crafting
Every threads in place
I need no fancy plans
For my living space
For I am a living predator
And my home is a net
Ask any flying insect
And I’m sure he’ll regret
Because if he comes through
He had better think twice
Or he’ll soon become
My living sacrifice
Yeah I am born toxic
And my venom is lethal
As my trap has just caught me
A big fat beetle
Methodically mathematically
I’ll stroll up to him
And inject the venom
That will do him in
For as he lay paralysed
And none the wiser
He has met the death
Of the black widow spider !
So delicious so nutritious
Such a succulent delight
I’ll hang him up and string him there
For later on tonight
My cunningness my willingness
Extravagance and bite
It’s a wonder how my enemies
Put up not much a fight
Yes forever the arachnid
Nature’s terrorist
As I climb back up to sleep at home
And blow a good night’s kiss …..