The huge black spider waited,
Looking up with its large shiny black eyes.
Its furry feathered black back, eight legs
and one head joined,
No segmentation needed.
It was waiting, just waiting until the desired
Afternoon afterschool kids
Would walk his way.
They would be his for the choosing.
Then the rain came pouring down
upon all the streets,
like a river deluge,
In the cracks in the rocks that were large enough
he would hide,
Tomorrow would be another day.
A personal note: I wrote this in rememberance of the almost 3 inch x 3 inch hairy black Aussie spider that chased me down my sidewalk 2 years ago this October, leaving me ill for weeks with it’s poison, and scared me for life on my ankle.