Patches of black

webs of deceit

collected legs

thin as needles

lying in wait

until disturbed

then they explode

in every direction

do not go near

or they will crawl all over you

get in your face

your hair

and drive you mad as a hatter

a mass of creepy legs

suddenly vibrates and springs to life

disgorged in frantic spasms

from corners and overhangs

from the depths of hell

do not poke with stick

do not stir up trouble

leave well enough alone

if you're afraid

of spiders.