Scary Little Things
Spiders legs spindly thin,
Creeping, crawling,then rushing in.
Darting quickly across the floor,
Legs on seats, screams galore.
The brave one goes to get the jar,
Others watch from where they are.
Now in prison made of glass,
Around the room it did pass.
Now it's time to release our prey,
Been in prison most of the day.
Now all night long we sit and stare,
Is that another over there.
4/July/2021
Copyright © Simon Hamill | Year Posted 2021
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