My Little Pet Spider

by

Wesley A. Storer

As narrated by Festus

I wonder where the little feller thinks he's goin'
A skitterin' so slowly across my wall
Maybe the little scutter thinks I don't see him
As behind the electrical conduit he begins to crawl
What does a little spider eat if anything at all
Whatever it is it must be something purty small
Maybe those little things that can make me itch
And when I look there ain't nothing there at all
Every morning around seven he comes a crawlin'
Almost like iffen he were making a social call
But if I was a mite smaller he'd eat me too
I looked again and lo behold he weren't thar at all
Did he fall or disappear? Where did the jasper go?
To move so slow and yet too disappear so soon
Gives me pause to consider just who's foolin' who
But I reckon he knows in this old room he's safe
From birds and bats and frogs and bigger spiders
Who would make him lunch if outside he stayed
A little dude hiding from a world mean and crude
Hiding from Heckle and Jeckle and Kermit and all
Preferrin instead those little no seeums to attack
And I wonder if maybe in the eyes of God
I'm no more significant than a spider on the wall
Someone said energy can't be created or destroyed
Minus one little electron maybe all would fall
But I know there is just one indisputable fact
In my room I hardly ever have to scratch

NEXT?
Why don't you look at Fleeting
by: Richard Betts Jr.
from: Warrington, PA, US

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