My jaunt with a chest-swelling spider.

Here is my poem very loosely based on a partially true experience:

I held my say amid shrill screeches

Poison loaded into efficient niches

Crouched, tense, ready to inject

Yet I stood still to admire and respect

Then spider crept from arm to hand

To set it free its only demand

My chest did swell, but twas't from fright

The spider jumped off into indistinct night...

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