Female black widow spiders have a horrible fate,
that is to act with pure calculation, and these spiders we fear,
for they are known to kill their sexual mates,
and anyone else, with their poison, who might interfere.

Sometimes I wish I could be like that ruthless spider,
instead of like a gentle dark-brown-eyed doe,
who was startled then frozen by the bright lights of your charm,
before having my essence demolished by you.

Poem & Photo by Therese Gramercy, copyright 2009, all rights reserved.