Four-Leaf Clover

Bob a small bug landed on a childs swing Weary and puffed because of the wind Resting his wings and his six tiny legs Tired from his journey, wanting his bed. The journey was long, weather was fine Warmth from the sun, making good time Wings gently humming like song from a bee Minding his own business happy and free. Resting, recouping, enjoying the sun What happened next can't be undone Whisper he heard "Your going in my tum" Bob instantly froze and went kind of numb. A spider shot out, didn't know from where It gave him a look - a terrifying stare Eight legs and faster having two extra more For moment Bob wished he had twenty four. Spiders legs propelling, whirring in sound Bob stumbled and fell, fast to the ground The spider sped down its steely fine thread That instant Bob thought "I'm about to get dead". With energy burst Bob flew to the side Trying to find somewhere to hide A swift move, a wing glide, Bob hid in a tree He's nerves so jumpy he felt like a flea. Spider came crawling feeling his vibes Was no where safe to find and to hide? Exhausted Bob thought "I'm too done in It will have me for his dinner din-dins." Suddenly from nowhere within the big tree A bird swooped down its direction to he Bob placed two legs covered his eyes Two others he used to prayer his goodbyes. Sudden wind gush knocked Bob right over Promptly landed on a four leaf-clover Looking back seeing what had just happened The bird gobbled the spider in a swift action. Bird said to him "You was lucky there mate That spider invaded my territory state Taking it all, nothing left to feed That spider was full of its own greed" "Wrapping and hoarding it all away" "I've been waiting for this very day". Cunning and clever knew how to avoid Using and hiding in darken voids" "S. Parrow my name, anytime you want rest "This tree your sanctuary, a welcome guest" Flying off I was glad this day be over And grateful the luck of that four leaf-clover. 02.08.21