The spider weaves his wicked web, <br />A spinning fury, ‘bove my head. <br />He hangs, a menacing fist of fur. <br />Of any movement he’s aware. <br />A “Deadly Sixty” that’s for sure. <br />His ven’mous bite just has no cure. <br />Tarant’la terror, oh so true, <br />How to escape him, haven’t a clue<br /><br />Paul Butters<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/tarantula-4/
