The Spider

The Spider The spider climbs from inside a drawer Then, on eight legs he scuttles to the floor Walking closely by the kitchen wall Moving slowly toward the open door. On hairy jointed legs he stops and waits Then he turns and appears to concentrate. Looking at me with large arachnid eyes, For a moment he seems to hesitate. I wonder now, what can he see (I do not know arachnid 'he' or 'she') His expression is meant to terrify, He's staring intensely straight at me Should I run away or should I stay? Then, to my absolute dismay This tiny monster that seems so large, (Something I remember until today), Springs suddenly up on to my chair, Not heeding that I am sitting there. I give a loud cry of great surprise Then, (it is genuine I do declare), This alarming monster is no more, He turns and scuttles toward the door. No longer a hairy fiend grown large, Just a tiny spider on the floor. Barry Stebbings 4/5/2016