National Poetry Month: Poem 14

Poem 14


By Michelle Garren Flye


She perches on her web.

She isn’t moving.

…Is she?


Eight-legged freak.


But if she stays there,

It’ll be okay.



I don’t like this.


There…I saw her move.

She’ll slink down

If I look away.


Creepy crawly!


But wait!


Is that a mosquito

Caught in her web?

I hate mosquitoes.


Maybe…she’s not so bad.