A spider once, a black widow, was he,
But never married, his name was irony.
Just hours ago, from the egg he did break,
With millions of siblings, a swarm in his wake.
He grew to be a predator, tiny but fierce,
Barely two months old, his peak did pierce.
Leg span less than an inch wide,
Yet among local spiders, he was the pride.
[itsy bitsy spide…]
Time passed by, he built a kind of throne,
With it, he caught food, and plenty was shown.
Between two fingers, or should we say palm branches,
He trapped a handful of insects, taking his chances.
Like all creatures, he knew he must breed,
But as a widow, it’s a risky deed.
Though he wished to spread his genes far and wide,
After mating, the danger he couldn’t hide.
He kept on living, tried to delay his fate,
Hoping not even a hair would abate.
But in the end, nature’s urges did win,
He sought a mate, knowing the risk therein.
In the next palm tree, a date he did find,
With a black widow, her web intertwined.
Not sure why, but rumors did say,
Anything near her web, in pieces would lay.
He sat and pondered what to do,
In nature, to impress is the rule.
Finally, he succeeded, she fell in his snare,
Or maybe the opposite, but she was there.
Barely an hour passed after that moment,
He thought he’d escape without any torment.
Her strong muscles gave him a fright,
He wanted to flee, to escape her might.
But nothing would help, his fate was sealed,
No lawyer or effort could get him healed.
She caught him retreating, still on the web,
Gave him a kick, a blow that was dread.
Finished him off in a minute, ate his flesh,
In her belly, his offspring would refresh.
And after some time, the widow would birth,
More spiders to spread across the earth.
Everywhere, in the field, vineyard, or street,
In every corner, a spider you’d meet.
And if he’s black, perhaps you just see,
Maybe it’s a spider once, a black widow, was he.