Gottcha Poem by Bob Gibson

A cicada flying to find his mate
Who didn't know that he'd be late
in fact he'd never keep his date
a spiders web that was his fate

a sticky web i must relate
a cicada that did incarcerate
his gossemer wings they did berate
knackered now he could only wait

then through vibrations the spider's gate
a tightrope walk then he would sedate
the spider spun its torcherous thread
soon the cicada would be dead

now encased by feet and wing
only to feel the spiders sting
a twitch then his life has gone
another meal and time moves on