Spiders
Cabochon sleuths
milling around--
these creatures seeking
the advantage,
ever-vigilant and dogged,
sometimes crossing their legs
to slip by.
Ugly behind the eyeballs,
wretchedly alone,
lacking ethics and propriety.
Repugnant to the core
and bafflish, too.
(willy-whimpers, all of them)
biting me
adding injury to their insult.
Copyright © Carol Louise Moon | Year Posted 2021
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem.
Please
Login
to post a comment