How could you look so harmless,
So innocent-looking
You teeny-weeny crab spider?
Immobile for so long and hardly visible
Perfectly blended with your chosen bloom.
Your legs widely spread on a petal
Your eyes constantly detecting motion
Ready to ambush a prey and suck it dry---
A poor butterfly, bee, or fly
Or a bony finger of mine.
I never thought you could be
A cold-blooded, ruthless vampire.
Good thing I stopped myself
From picking my neighbor’s flower.
I could’ve been your competitor now suffering
As this blue hydrangea...
... had been so tempting.
Jamison/10/05/07
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