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Moving the Spider

Little spider dear Why did you make home here It's flyless I'm sure Not due to you, but my efforts more Why not get involved in the action Of cultivating wing mirror traction They do so very well indeed If they can endure the speed But I'm afraid you'll be placed outside I fear your fate, a different bumpy ride Change of temperature, out of the blue Try to tell myself I'm saving your life too I do wish you to be alive not dead So I'll place you tenderly behind the shed It's sheltered and bothers me less There are lots of chances for success I've visited spiders there before Who got fat for months or more It's a really great spot I'll even throw in for free this plant pot Just know it's ok to be out here Not inside, I hope that's clear So now I'll bid you farewell Whether you have a future I cannot tell I feel bad but you got me on good day Some spiders go the vacuumy way I've left a few in corners over the years But unappreciated for others with fears I pass some with webs outdoors Ponder 'fly display' or 'broken' tours There's better places for you to be Than in a cupboard or under the settee Think about getting on the guttering Flies and views, isn't that your thing? Being safe is all well and good But your not living the true life of a bug Please find a place that gives you it all Catching flies, a thrill a minute haul Don't focus on a perfect web Collecting dust, live instead That might mean a repair or two But it's got to be more fulfilling for you Adventure for the heirs to come Knowing they descend from a brave one Not locked up in the dark But living their best life in the park Not completely hidden from view Each day adventures anew Get through the night Please don't die of fright I'm sorry this decision wasn't your own I hope you grow to love your new home

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