The Booby Trap:

Tightly woven strands of thread,
Streatch out their silky arms,
With cruel and deadly intentions
They wire their burglar alarms.

The keeper of the web of doom
She sits patiently on the watch,
For any unwelcome encroachers
That she might have to dislodge.

The stillness of her silky threads
Can hypnotize with it's wonder,
And a strong desire to investigate
Can be very hard to encumber.

A curious and unexpected invader
Flies in for a closer inspection,
And the location of the tripped alarm
Points the keeper in that direction.

The movement of the woven strands
Stops the dupe right in his tracks,
So very little effort is needed
For the keeper to make her attack.

With the entanglement of death
Wrapped around his very neck,
The actions of the homeowner
Turned his head into a fleck.

The keeper of the web of doom
Quenches her everlasting thirst,
Thanks to the charm of wonder
The doomed intruder met his curse.

Those tightly woven strands of thread
They remain motionless once more,
Until that next curious invader
Becomes another casualty of war.