The Eight Legged Arachnid

May 7, 2010
The eight legged arachnid

Hidden in the dark
It makes no sound
Looking in every direction
I see many things at once

His arrival is sudden
Here he comes as quiet as the wind
Calmly and slowly as he arrives
He escalate from the sky

He has many different appearances
Hairy, skinny, fat, or small
Colors, he comes in all
Where do they come from?

He likes dark and small places
And eat small bugs
His fangs, is what make my throat close
Filled and dripping with venom

Hidden in the dark
It makes no sound
I don’t want to see this eight legged thing
Not now, not later, not even in my dreams





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