The black widow is perilously near.
Craning my goose-bumped neck in growing fear
I sense the cobwebs tingling on my skin
Ceaseless throbbing in my head causes din.
The bloody clots on its middle bring pain
That cursed spider won’t tolerate the rain
Like a coward I yell for my brother
He inherited the dint of my mother.
He raises his arm, and smack! Down
The garage wall the crumpled bundle slides
Relieved I leave the mess and head to town.
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