Spiders

Spider, spider on the door
Watching you is such a bore
Sitting here and very wary
Knowing that you're really scary

With your legs you walk around
While I'm sitting on the ground
Wishing you would go away
The more I wish the more you stay

If you would move just to the ceiling
It's through the doorway I'd be peeling
You're small so out you can not lash
If I had water you I'd splash

So here I sit, why don't you go?
You're not a friend you're just a foe
But I will sit here with this page
Even if it's till I age.

Darlene
Jan-9-1974