And in honor of my friend the spider I give you a poetic tribute:
Wolf Hunter
Twas a Wolf Spider,
wandering around.
Searching for dinner,
On the dark ground.
It didn't make webs,
didn't have a tunnel,
No traps or sticky threads,
No venom or funnel.
But deadly nonetheless,
Striking so quick.
Relentlessly tracking,
And, named for this trick.
Traveling quickly,
Hiding from the light,
Stalking its prey,
Having a bite.
Now some say they're icky,
Some get creeped out.
But taking the time,
to just look about.
Shows how essential,
are these little creatures.
Intricate killing spiders,
with deadly brown features.
wandering around.
Searching for dinner,
On the dark ground.
It didn't make webs,
didn't have a tunnel,
No traps or sticky threads,
No venom or funnel.
But deadly nonetheless,
Striking so quick.
Relentlessly tracking,
And, named for this trick.
Traveling quickly,
Hiding from the light,
Stalking its prey,
Having a bite.
Now some say they're icky,
Some get creeped out.
But taking the time,
to just look about.
Shows how essential,
are these little creatures.
Intricate killing spiders,
with deadly brown features.
Oct 11, 2010
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