Followers

Thursday, 6 April 2017

The Spider

I'm small with long legs and a black hairy back,
I'm feeling alright but there is one thing I lack -
A nice big full belly and if I'm right with my hunch
It wont be too long before I get myself some lunch.

The human below with short, fair hair,
Had opened the window to let in some air;
Dodging flailing arms and shooing away
My waiting could be over as in flew my prey.

Walking on the walls and flying heartily about,
Flapping its wings and sniffing with its snout.
It walks on the table, then flies in the bin,
Searching for food that it might find within.

It flies up to the ceiling, then it flies down to the floor
It flies on up below me and lands upon the lounge door;
I hope it comes up near me and gets entangled in my web,
And I hope the human's bin brings it here to me well fed.

It leaps up off the door and gets caught up in my snare,
I spin my thread all over it so it cannot flee my lair;
I feel so very hungry, I haven't eaten since last night:
The juicy fly let out a sigh as I took a might bite.

Copyright Andrew Stevenson 07/04/2017

Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

No comments:

Post a Comment