I only hunt k**ers,
web weavers, trappers of innocents,
tormenters and destroyers,
my conscience is...nonexistent.
My instincts are attuned,
I'm hungry for this work- my missions,
as if by nature a**igned,
incapable of contrition.
No disturbance,...no waves,
a slight presence, conservatively clothed.
I can fit in tight spaces,
take precise and painstaking steps.
Avoid warning tripwires,
my targets are so well protected.
I'm ultra-professional,
agility is essential.
The powerful are high-risk,
strongholds have vice-like security.
Put one foot wrong and I'm caught,
a hunter becomes a victim.
If seen, they'll run or fight.
I k** with quiet efficiency,
stretch my long graceful neck,
probing antennae…tap, tap, tap.
My piercing mouth is poised; I stab.
No ordinary thug,
I'm a giraffe a**a**in bug
and my prey is....spider.