Spider’s Web
Larry Linville
I was mowing the yard the other day.
A big spider web was right in my way.
Big fat spider was looking at me.
Don’t know what he did but I had to pee.
The web collapsed as I drove away.
I don’t know what the spider had to say
when I came by I looked for him again
on the web he was starting to spin.
The next afternoon the web was in place.
He stared at me with his big ugly face.
A piece of paper was hanging for me
and he pointed so I’d be sure to see.
It had a poem he wrote in his fright.
I guess he’d written it during the night.
As I took time for the spider’s verse
it really made me fell so much worse.
“This human ran right into my home.
He had no hair, he was a chrome dome.
He tore my web from where it had rested.
A web that lasted when it was tested.
“He seemed to enjoy what he had done
even though he seemed to quickly run.
I think he was sad but I can’t be sure.
That look on his face seemed to be pure.
“I wrote this poem in case he can read
to tell him I forgive him for his deed.
Perhaps next time he’ll keep his route clear
as he remembers that I am still here.”
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We have a "pet" spider. Every day he spins a big web in the middle of the opening to the carport. We watch for him, but do break his anchor lines from time to time. He has striped legs and a big midsection. We haven't seen any notes or poems......maybe he needs to get in touch with your spider.
I think my spider is quite a poet. Perhaps he could offer a class for other spiders. I'll talk to him about it.
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