A little spider took up a corner in my room
I looked him over with awe then with gloom
Little friend, how will you survive without food?
Without a mate or something to sate your hunger
A terrible tangled web he did weave
I gave him a fly from my kitchen window
It was destined to die for the winter
He was not ready for a meal from a sinner like me
We eye balled each other for weeks
He found little critters to eat
With my power mag I found it sad
To see he survived on an ort
The following spring he threw me a curve
He was a she and with egg sack gave birth
What a terrible tangled web she did weave.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
An excellent narrative poem on d 8 legged one! Lovd it. Im scared of d big ones.