I saw a spider
on the wall,
watched him scoot
and start to crawl
away from me.
Couldn't leave him.
I crushed him,
smushed him,
then I flushed him
down the john.
Now the spider
is all gone.
What do you think about spiders? Are there insects, animals, or foods you don't like? Can you write a poem today about something you don't like? Have fun.
I think the Universe is getting even with me for flushing that spider down the toilet. The spider at the top of this post was five inches across. He was on my kitchen floor and I was barefoot.
Then I went to my studio to clean, unpack some boxes and get some work done, and I saw this. At first I thought the big spider had caught a lot of gnats to eat until I looked closer and saw all the little baby spiders. YIKES.
