The tall yard spider

Tall venemous spider
The size of my fist
Walking on long legs up to my knees
through the dirty grass

sometimes just leisurely wandering
Other times hunting down a family dog
landing sinking inch long fangs in
a sinister rattle almost a whistle

The back yard is full of dead pets
But you just go out and buy some more
ignoring the tall spider every jolly day
it hides when you put the washing on the line

fear of that dirty grass
makes it an adventure
at the back of your mind
Knowing the arachnid a biter

some neglected part of the garden
In some recess in your mind resides
Such a venemous creature
multiple eyes arranged in perfect symmetry 

Such a contrast
To this willful blindness