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 Rondeau form For “Form R” contest Sponsored by Broken Wings