Little bath-tub spider, who lives in the drain,
I didn’t want to shower,and send down the rain
On your head, ’cause then you’d be dead.
I saw you peeking out at me,
Every time I come in to…
P -erhaps you’re content to live in the drain;
An easy escape when you’d dive in again.
But little spider, I’ve watched you grow
Up from a tiny spiderling to a right sized King,
As spiders go, and today you were brave…you didn’t hide
You gave me the chance to give you a ride
Out in the warm, spring-time air,
Maybe you’ll be part of a pair
To congregate, to procreate
Some little spiderlings
I think that’s fair
So, now you see the possibilities
Of living outdoors in the grass and the trees
It’s plain to see, a drain is no place
For a Spider King to embrace.
This is a true story. 🙂
Thanks for hosting, Grace!
for dVerse Poets – Open-Link-Night # 190 https://dversepoets.com/2017/02/23/openlinknight-190/
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