The Suspension Game
It starts its dance,
shifting and spiralling
and then...
the suspension game.
Absolutely not!!!
Precariously balanced above my bed.
I do not desire the predator
to become my snuggle buddy,
and reach for the DOOM!
It's one thing to hang around,
and create a spectacular web,
it's another to drop...
falling into my bed.
I spray.
Drenching the creature in a toxic blast,
as it scurries back to its place,
now a place of rest.
Caught in its own sticky silk,
it stays.
A roof ornament
for another to curate
at a later date.
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