Densely tight hairs and razer sharp fangs,

Waiting patiently for prey to pay them a visit.

If you get trapped by it there is no escape

It creeps around on all eight legs,

Dark; staying hidden in the shadows

Always staying as quiet as a mouse

As it sits there, on its silk-thin woven silver strings

It is an astonishing piece of curiosity.

You just have to keep your distance and see the wonders instead of the fears.