The Brown Recluse
The Brown Recluse, its pathway goes
Past radiator’s stanchion rows
On to the corner, up the wall
Across the ceiling then to fall
Upon my bed. But no one knows.
This silent killer never slows
When seeking prey, seeing all,
No soul sparing, and few recall
The Brown Recluse!
On some its horrid bite bestows
Necrotic death that ever grows,
Consuming flesh, a spreading gall,
Oh hear and heed my urgent call!
Hunt down this pest, then fast depose
The Brown Recluse.
July 5, 2017
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