The Tarantula Poem by M.L. Squier

Wolf spider

But I’m not

A

Big biter.


My body’s

Quite hirsute

In or out

Of a suit.


Though I emit silk

I don’t secrete milk.


I’ve got two eyes

But I don’t use them as much

As I do my sense of touch.


My exoskeleton does

some molting

And this can look a little
revolting.


If I’m a male

I’m not as large

As a female.


I like to eat insects

But I’ll eat a lizard or a mouse

When each one least expects

It.