The Tarantula

The male tarantula
travels for weeks
crawling on his hairy legs,
ponderously crossing fields,
navigating parched arroyos,
to find his mate.
Then,
having met, wed,
and having had sex
in a burrowed bed,
she eats him.

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6 thoughts on “The Tarantula

  1. I suppose I shouldn’t smile at this! The male has served its purpose, I suppose; and more baby tarantulas will be on the way! I enjoyed this poem, Annette!

  2. It seems such a shame to go through all that trouble to just to die…but at least he found love, or whatever tarantula feel for one another.

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