Arachnid Poem by John Shea

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.