The Web That Tricks.(Spider) .

I am in this net hiding in hub Though a hunter I can't hunt I tries my luck by hide and seek Where my prey makes their luck When they catch I likes much When they sees I close my eyes But in pretense, I am conscious I will catch and hungrily eats I makes nets not so visible place In homes near stair case I select When it outside between the trees Between the leafs of small bushes My net is a web everyone likes The poor insects sits if happiness My powerful eyes and hands works well Speedily goes and catch hold of I am destined to do my cruelty But it is impossible to live Without my tricks, it is destiny I think I am an eight legged creature A spider you call in texts.