Go

Seems like the spiders are playing a game Wherever I go, there the littles are Some are different, but most are the same I watch them dance, like a shimmering star Sometimes they are very close, not so far Of my mood, I may go get a broomstick And to their demise, I will make it quick Though other times I may just let them go Healthy on their way, not injured or sick A game of life, hard to really know Friday, November 5, 2021 Agendaless Exuberance Poetry Contest Sponsored by: Unseeking Seeker HMS check