Spun fine into thread. In beds. Under heads. Looming white, like a moonlight stead. Make your pick, before the seed-wind spreads. Fibrous from nature. Polyester it dreads.

Soft embrace unseen, Tiny threads in disarray, What comforts the peach?

Name this little crustacian, this savoury dinner sensation: Ten legs on it's chest, and a pink armoured vest. A tasty, bite-size temptation.

Between two souls I hum unseen, A storm before the sky has spoken. The pull that makes two bodies lean, The current where the touch was broken. Call me chemistry, call me spark, I am the light that lives in the dark.

We are the world’s deadliest animal, killing more humans than any other animal does - even more than humans kill if you only count homicides.