Couplet: Turn The Lights Up High Poem by Caryl Ramsdale

Four pair of hard eyes guide eight-legs that sway
‘Neath web making hunters in search of prey.

Instant vibrations—even light traces
Alert predators in deep, dark places.

Twining, twisting through hollow-hillside caves
Surface skipping murky, watery graves.

Tiptoeing athwart dusty desert floors
Lurking behind moldering cellar doors.

Catch wind flying open skies, on silk strings
Oozing fatal fluids—pokes, poisons, stings.

Sticky, silk-spun, thick jumble deception
Wraping, entraping in cunning fashion.

Ambushing insects, jawing side to side
Feeding off mice and small birds that can’t hide.

Lethal fangs puncture, inject, seize, devour
Stalking, snaring, snacking any hour.

Shiny black bod—red hourglass belly
Praying Mantis turns their knees to jelly.

Lives to attack, to feed on ones own kind
Wasp stings paralyzes feeders they find.

My fixative solution holds up best…
Spewing hairspray on one—puts it to rest.