With eight tiny legs you walk slowly by
Beady eyes staring out into the world
Perhaps it is prey that has caught your eye?
As you now your menacing mass unfurl
You're spinning the web that you call your home
an intricate structure of finest silk
catching the insects that into may roam
surviving off of them like mother's milk
You stalk your next meal and sneak up behind
you sink in your fangs they are razor sharp
your prey falls over with a pain so blind
you slowly remove your venomous barbs
You are the spider; the hunter of all
to your great bite will the mightiest fall.
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