It Was a Good Morning Until
It was a good morning until
My hands and feet grew cold and still
I saw the spider on the wall
Crawling towards me in the hall
My goodness they make me sick
Oh boy do they move quick
Fear now bound me to my chair
Spider crawling without a care
My eyes rolled over him
My chances now pretty slim
Covering my visage just in case
He spun his web over my face.
10.2.2021
Rhyme.
Copyright © Carol Mitra | Year Posted 2021
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