The Spider

Mr. Spider,
It’s not my place to
Re-decide the value of
your life.
You reach upon
my desk and climb inside
my handy leather safe.

The chase begins.
A small defenseless prey
You subtly outmaneuver me.
I nearly slice
Your whole in two with
Paper thick as thin can be.

A wind wipes
You to the ground, adieu.
You sketch circles on
The floor.
and I bend down
To guide you out
The in-route from
my door.

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Mr. Spider,
I do not want to squish you
Mr. Spider
I do not want to
But I know that
If I do not
You will
come back to bite me.

This is something to go through
Mr. Spider