Kangaroo Island Assassin Spider

Crawled upon the dusty lands

Lonely no one there

Leaf litter scent upon his eyes

Dark dirty rocks crumble in the wind

Ancient Assassin Spider

So sad and miserable

Rain and dark skies

Crawl back home little spider

Feasts on its food

Watches the burning bushfires

The light shines in its cave

Roars through the flames

Sleeps in the cave in a hole

Rests for the next day

Survival is tough