Spiders Upon A Dream

It started out like any normal dream
Happy faces and places to go
Try to sit down under a tree
Until a spider is noticed

Not just any old spider mind you
An orb weaver, though it's colour couldn't be told
So we decided to move over
A long fair way over at that!

This was all good until we noticed another
So we walked down further
Only to walk under a colony
So we continued, in a very quick fashion

Tree after tree, branch after branch
The colonies grew bigger
Not just in numbers
Like hands so large

So we ran and ran to a clearing
Or so we thought
We ran into a ground colony
Though you'd think it was snow

Spiders now painted in a colourful black and white
Truly a wonder to see
Only if there were six legs and not eight
Might this have been a good dream

A pattern to behold of black and white
Though colourful usually means poison in our world
And with eight legs this can only be true
Now it moved, oh jeez size not only increased

It moved with fury
Unlike any other spider whom usually cowers
It tried to jump at us, expletives were fired
So ran we did some more, to our car now covered in 'snow'

Removed the snow we did
Checked every nook and cranny before settling in
Before tyres boasted their might
In a rush to get home

Home now we are, hearts still racing
Like the car we drove
I go outside to check on the garden
I still see the baby orb weaver

Above the blueberries it rests
At least this one is content
Not like it's cousins before
We dare not disturb it

Check the rest of the garden
To find a surprise
A pretty pattern
Of black and white

Not like the one earlier
Much bigger in size
Minding its own business
At least for now

Is there a bird near by?
The shadow glides across the lawn
No bird up above
Oh f$&@

The shadow so big
So quick on its feet
So much black
Not much time to look

This one is mean
I pick up a bat
Need to be quick
So I swing it fast

The end...
(For one of us)