Graceful Monstrosities

Our eight legged friends and foes
Are numerous in size and shape.
We see them useful and see them as pests.
They are a source of our fears and wonder.

It’s their legs.
How numerous they are.
It’s how those legs spin the webs,
That makes them fascinating and disturbing.

It’s in their eyes.
How predictable or abnormal they can be.
Is it because you never know where they look
That makes them beautiful and horrifying?

What if it’s their body.
So close to being insectile.
Maybe it’s the proportion of the body to their legs.
It makes them odd and imperfect.

Could it be all their little hairs?
Miniature feelers across their bodies.
Is it that nearly human trait,
That makes them freakish and familiar?

Those thin, strong, fibrous webs are next in line.
Used to ensnare unsuspecting victims
And to dangle around your home.
This causes a shroud of eerie uniqueness to follow in their wake.

Shallow burrows are for the larger ones,
To pounce on their passing prey.
To ease our fears these types are far and few between.
Maybe this is why they seem to lurk while being far away.

Here you can find the proof,
That our fears can have beauty.
Spiders aren’t just pests.
They’re efficient survivors.

Written by: Fane Star

This poem was inspired by three or four spiders that I found in the same week in the house. I personally don't like spiders, but I have plenty of respect for them. I wanted to write a poem respecting them in a different perspective. I wrote this poem on 5/27/2016.

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