Wolf Hunter

Itsy, Bitsy ........

Twas a Wolf Spider,
wandering around.
Searching for dinner,
On the dark ground.

It didn't make webs,
didn't have a tunnel,
No traps or sticky threads,
No venom or funnel.

But deadly nonetheless,
Striking so quick.
Relentlessly tracking,
And, named for this trick.

Traveling quickly,
Hiding from the light,
Stalking its prey,
Having a bite.

Now some say they're icky,
Some get creeped out.
But taking the time,
to just look about.

Shows how essential,
are these little creatures.
Intricate killing spiders,
with deadly brown features.

Oct 11, 2010

Author's Note

Photo courtesy PDPhoto.org

Reviews

[Mark]

How rare, a woman who can and does write clever, metered verse in honor of that most maligned of God's creatures, the spider, and do so with complete equanimity! But I will have to be VERY careful what I say to or about a woman who is also a Psychiatric nurse, now won't I?
This is very nicely done, Judy! Looking forward to reading more of you! (Thanks also to Christina S., for sending me your way!)

[FJ Davis]

Your poems portraying animals and insects are truly outstanding and unmistakably "respectful" of these creatures. You're a curious sort, Judy Ponceby.
But a hell of a writer.

[Chris Smith Welshpoetcs]

I always wondered why we fear spiders ; )