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Diane Hine

(25 July 1956)


I only hunt killers,
web weavers, trappers of innocents,
tormenters and destroyers,
my conscience is...nonexistent.

My instincts are attuned,
I'm hungry for this work- my missions,
as if by nature assigned,
incapable of contrition.

No disturbance, waves,
a slight presence, conservatively clothed.
I can fit in tight spaces,
take precise and painstaking steps.

Avoid warning tripwires,
my targets are so well protected.
I'm ultra-professional,
agility is essential.

The powerful are high-risk,
strongholds have vice-like security.
Put one foot wrong and I'm caught,
a hunter becomes a victim.

If seen, they'll run or fight.
I kill with quiet efficiency,
stretch my long graceful neck,
probing antennae…tap, tap, tap.

My piercing mouth is poised; I stab.
No ordinary thug,
I'm a giraffe assassin bug
and my prey is....spider.

Submitted: Thursday, August 02, 2012
Edited: Friday, August 03, 2012

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The Giraffe Assassin Bug has long legs and an extendable neck.
It hunts spiders in rocky crevices.

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  • Jay Mandeville (8/3/2012 5:00:00 PM)

    Very dramatic, exciting, like a spy thriller! Of course, the conscience of the spider is nonexistent, too. The consciences of the mosquito and fly the spider assassinates are non-existent. Mirror upon mirror... (Report) Reply

  • Valerie Dohren (8/3/2012 11:25:00 AM)

    Never heard of this critter before - is it Australian? Sounds pretty nasty though - poor little spider (unless it's one of those poisonous things you have over there!) . Excellent write. (Report) Reply

  • Valsa George (8/3/2012 8:16:00 AM)

    Towards the end the reader is disillusioned.....In the beginning one might have a hoary picture of the Assassin.....and a great surprise awaits him...... Great imagination! ! (Report) Reply

  • Danny Draper (8/2/2012 11:58:00 PM)

    A good write Diane. Now I know what a giraffe assassin bug is. Where it storks and therein, that it does arachnids in. (Report) Reply

  • Veeraiyah Subbulakshmi (8/2/2012 8:50:00 PM)

    Suddenly I was shocked with pleasant surprise. Diane too..a political writer.. after finished reading as usual. the story of a hunter. Nice poem and good information. (Report) Reply

  • Frank James Ryan Jr...fjr (8/2/2012 8:49:00 PM)

    Diane...Woooooooosh! Talk about innovative creation and ultra inventivity...THIS IS IT, right here, above me! A thoroughly outstanding display of Virtual depiction...and Incarnate imagery...You Rock, lass! ~FjR~ (Report) Reply

  • Thomas A Robinson (8/2/2012 8:34:00 PM)

    In Iraq they have a spider called camel spider, they can grow more than a foot across,29 cm.Fearless and quite intrusive
    but fortunately harmless if you exclude fear.That was outta the blue.Very good poem and educational.I know
    I enjoyed it.Speaking of (Report) Reply

  • Captain Cur (8/2/2012 7:59:00 PM)

    Two things, only you would know what a giraffe assassin spider is,
    and be able to describe it so brilliantly in this poem, story, study of nature.
    Ok, maybe three things. (Report) Reply

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