Thursday, June 25, 2015

Northern Black Widow


Here's a shiny visitor.


In the yard,  upon a tarp I meant to fold.
No belly hourglass, but a tiny row of dorsal hearts upon her.


Not a good neighbor, really, 
when I have cats who might choose to use her as a plaything 
and die for that mistake.

I placed her in a jar and Porter loosed her in the woods.

Stay in banishment, please, Black Widow.