Eight-legged explorers
They come by confused
Stalking in greens silent
Cut and rinsed free
So abruptly evicted
They appear unconcealed
Calmly, or molested
Now is the time to go
From a foreign land here
In clear pliant conveyance
Back out to their world
Slinking off stealthily
Perhaps to meet again
For pests are their fests
So back to the buffet, duty
To eat, or to be eaten
Spared without prejudice
If only for a short while