The huntsman, redback, funnelweb and more.

All these nasty spiders, I find that I abhor.

The huntsman and me will never live in peace.

If it crawls too close, it’s then my heart will cease.

 

The huntsman so big, its legs will span my hand.

My ceiling is its floor, It doesn’t understand.

That as it crawls across my room.

Its biggest foe could be the broom.

 

It moves so quick as it starts to run.

It’s then I act like it holds a gun.

With a jar and not very brave..

I cover with glass, its life I will save.

 

The huntsman captured , I then hold my breath.

The spider won’t know it was so close to death..

Put in the garden it then crawls away.

The cycle repeated the following day.

 

Intricate webs spiders have spun.

Glistening with dew in the morning sun.

Spiders are here as part of a chain.

If they survive then birds will remain.

 

Nothing appealing these creepy old things.

Poisonous fangs, the deadliest stings.

Natures work, to earth they belong.

The ugliest thing to a bird with a song.

 

Most are seen in the warmer season.

God and Nature have their reason.

So think again when you stand and tread.

Crushing Gods work until they’re all dead.

© Bez Mac