A Note on Spiderlings

Not all spiders eat their young.
Take this from one who knows.
I love my spiderlings.
All hundreds.
I’d never dream of eating them.
It’s barbaric!

But sometimes, exceptions must be made.
Usually, hatchlings scuttle free.
They leave the egg sac ready to conquer
The fly and the gnat.

But some crawl out screeching.
Their eyes roll in a synchronized dance.
Their eight legs twitch in awkward steps.
They hunger for more than flying things can offer.

These are the young we devour.
Our terrible secret spawn.
You might think it horrible,
but trust me on this:
You don’t want to see those hatchlings full grown.

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Brenda Stokes  Brenda Stokes's website is a freelance writer from southern California. When she’s not concocting stories and poems with which to pester her friends and family, she’s watching her husband play video games. Her work has appeared or is slated to appear at Electric Velocipede, Six Sentences and Tweet the Meat.