An Italian sonnet
With eight legs, I compose my lines faster Than you primates can manage with your hands! Known as goliath bird-eater to fans, You may call me Mighty Spider Master. Mice and lizards know me as disaster When down in burrow lined with my silk strands. Fool humans fear my large poisonous fangs... I scared one once, sweetly picking asters! My urticating hairs are great defense When predators come sniffing from above. Human beings with merest common sense Know it is best to handle me with gloves. To me, they represent a threat immense, For I'm a snack South Americans love.
d’Verse: Creepies and Crawlies…
Today’s d’Verse prompt was to write a sonnet (or some other form of poetry) from the perspective of an insect or arachnid.
I selected the Theraphosa blondi, which is the largest spider in the world.
This South American tarantula holds the record for world’s largest spider. Other spiders might have longer legs, but T. blondi‘s large body means its overall weight can reach 6 ounces (170 grams).–Carrie Arnold, National Geographic
87 thoughts on “Snacks, or: Spiders”
Ohhh….dear. I’m arachnaphobic. Do South Americans really EAT those nasty things!?
Maggie – based upon my research, yes they do…!