Poem 14

Spider

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.

Right?

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.