Heroic Spider Verse

Taliesin Wordweaver

I vacuumed up a spider yesterday.
It writhed and twitched, and tried to get away
from sucking tubes of death descending with
a fearsome roar, like wraiths from ancient myth.
She lugged a massive, pearly sac of eggs
as big as she. Her stalky, arching legs
could reach across my thumbs, so long were they,
but still the spider couldn't get away.
I think I see a metaphor in there.
Perhaps we're better off adrift in air.
My spider didn't have a web, you see,
she walked the ground, without a chance to flee.
I end, and hope Heroic Spider Verse
may prove a prudent warning, not a curse.

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