Saved a Soul Saving Myself
Saved a kind soul that was falling
with nothing to lose
just one abdomen, no sharp fangs
but huge.
And what's worse
the carton I called home,
my dark universe
upturned
just a moment ago..
Uprooted now, I went crawling
trying my best to live
running from certain death
knowin it may arrive
wondering why..
always such a test
to survive..
Was it all for naught
to flee such an attack
an octet onslaught
crawling this way and that.
The sky lifts now, feeling of flight
so frightened..
yet never so alive!
Found myself being gently placed
a tissue'd touch down
in a new universe.
'Never too late, never in vain'
thought a subtle, good natured arachnid mind
who found heart in a two-legged fangless one's reign
so divine.
"A life is never squandered"
another life pondered
in a good deed, a kindness repaid
perhaps it's just this
how kings and queens are made.
Copyright © Quoth Theraven | Year Posted 2023
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