Wizard Web Weaver
I do not understand this human fear,
The way they shake and scream when I appear
As if I were a monster of the night,
Intent on spite and murder with my bite,
When I am delicate, in fact, and small
With no intent of harming them at all.
So why the fuss? Why all this mad stampede?
Is it my hairy legs? My random speed?
I think that humans should revise their view
Of me and recognise what I can do.
I may not be a beauty in their eyes
But I control potential plagues of flies
And other nasty bugs that make them ill.
I weave, design my webs with special skill,
With silk that’s stronger gram for gram than steel,
My victims caught before they’ve time to squeal.
And so I help protect the human race.
Why do they chase me then from place to place
With horrid hoovers, traps and stamping feet?
I do not think this is the way to treat
A creature with the skills that I display
For I am quite a wizard in my way.
Can humans walk like me and hold their grip
On ceilings and on walls and never slip?
Do they have legs with over forty knees
That run in all directions as they please?
They’re nowhere near as agile, fast as me;
So they should stop and think and let me be.