Jeffery Winkler
Sonnet

For what heinous crime am I guilty
that I suffer this insatisfiable
desire to devour arachnids
each and every one that I can locate.
From dawn till dusk I painstakingly search
every corner, every crack in the wall
of the grand mansion on my vast estate
for the tiny black scurrying creatures.
The wriggling demon dangles from its thread
in the moonlight streaming through the window.
I pluck it forth and toss it to my tongue.
As my jaws close upon it, the sweet liquid
kisses my palate and soothes my sore throat.