The Snake and The Spider

One hot Mojave day,
Whilest chasing its prey,
The fast Desert Viper,
Had fallen astray,

From his normal path,
That wasn't all hazardous,
Chasing the mouse he hath,
Forgot all thought patterns thus,
Leaving him in quite a predicament,
His face all riddled with such lament.

For he lost sight of his prey,
It has seemed to have vanished,
But from the ground something grey,
It seems, had been banished.

"What sorcery is this?"
He said with a hiss,
"Six long, hairy legs,
and the size of a man's fist?"
"I am an arachnid,
Tarantula to be precise,
and though I have six legs,
They are pure artifice."

"You see they were injured,
By a set of philanges,
Those not of an animal,
But of human species."
"Those humans," the snake hissed
"Such destructive beings!
Ten fold I've almost been death kissed,
By their cursed caravians."

So they both made a pact,
Yes a snake and cripled spider,
To pay the humans back,
With venomous disire.