Spyder, Spyder

Oh Spyder, Spyder of my eye,
How would it feel, to be the size of thy?

Would the spider webs be palaces?
The blowflies wrapped banquets?
Would the moves you make be slower?
Would your fangs instead be teeth?

If you were as big as man,
or I as big as fly,
would we see the same,
Oh Spyder, you and I?

What if then I grew again
after seeing life as you?
Would I hesitate my curses?
Would my feet no longer murder?

Oh Spyder, Spyder of my eye,
Why must I be thy enemy?

I am sorry that I hate you,
and scream as if you were horrid.
I know your size hides your beauty,
I know my size blinds my eyes.

Spyder, Spyder

kat86

Joined November 2008

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An ode to a spider, asking for forgiveness for the mistreatment of insects by humans.

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