Wait! What's that?
It ran under the mat
There's nothing there now
Out the corner of my eye
Several legs wave goodbye
Did I imagine that scuttle?
I'm sitting on edge
My feet on a ledge
In case it comes to get me
A web suddenly appears
Increasing my fears
That we've been invaded
They're good for the flies
But that doesn't stop the cries
As I run and hide
He's black and hairy
Most definitely scary
And he lives in my flat
I won't ask him to leave
Not even say please
As long as he doesn't eat me
Don't walk on my face
Or build a web in my space
And I'll let you stay
Otherwise, it's a glass trap
While you take a nap
And hubby will take you outside
Poem from Spooky Little Book (Little Book Series, #4) available now at Amazon & Smashwords.
Claire Buss is a multi-genre author and poet, completely addicted to cake. Find all her books on Amazon. Join the discussion in her Facebook group Buss's Book Stop.
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