A feeling for spiders

I don't like spiders
I got one in a glass the other day
full on aggressive
it's
mouth parts attacked the glass
saying to the monstrous me
you and whose army lady
come on lets be avin you
I got poison mucho poison

Its just that one hears a sibillant sigh
when their web is disrupted
they are constantly tidying up
and then some idjit makes a mess
I understand the weight of pushing
that rock skyward

Their frost licked wet webs
remind me of all those I try to keep safe
with mythic strings of Mother love
waving in the ether