Spider
Weird, dangerous eyes.
Nothing scary.
Except when I get scared.
Be like an evil eye.
Rounded and rolling eyes.
Could kill me.
Like a fly.
So a spider eats the fly.
Before the fly can eat me.
Sneezing so that they hear you.
Running around for no reason.
If I were small.
Like a spider.
I would spend all my time.
Creating webs.
With multiple eyes and legs.
Nothing beautiful.
Just an obstacle that spiders make.
Weird, evil eyes.
Don’t do much except create webs and wait.
Scattered webs.
So I can stroll and eat all day.
I don’t need to tell the fly.
To come toward me.
He gets captured all on his own.
So I am evil.
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