The Spider
I can sense hate and loathing all around me.
This I know because I feel it too.
Such ugly creatures are they
That is why I stay away.
You never know when you will see one
As they slink and hide to reappear when least expected.
They come with malice and mindless aggression
And that is their intent it’s clear in expression.
Out they come searching the cracks and the coves.
It seems not to matter as they seek their prey.
I feel I must run whenever they are near.
I try to be brave but I am consumed with fear.
All arms and legs they go here and go there,
Killing and hurting all within their reach.
Aggressive and brutal are their natural ways,
Dangerous at night and the mid of the days.
If I could but, rid myself of these creatures for good.
They invade my very house and home.
I think I am rid of them and again they are here
I wish they would go to never be near.
It’s hard being a spider in this dangerous world.
These humans torment me as much as they can.
I may have to leave yet again to find a new home.
But they always find me wherever I roam.
I so want peace and sweet contentment
In a place protected from harassment and harm.
Well, enough of this dreaming….Oh my, Oh my!
Now let me go find a big juicy fly.