Upon a silky string it falls
Frightening the young
It sneaks upon its prey
Attempt to touch it?



It rapidly crawls away

As dangerous as a disease

A warming house pet is he

Why is my feeling so awkward?

Towards it.










Breathe in, breathe out

The rhyming words of the poet.

My heart beats like a beating drum

Thoughts about these tiny freak makes-




My hands all numb

Face covered in sweat







My body really can’t handle that


What is it?


Where is it?


Only in the thoughts

Of my head, that

Thing I write about

Is a eight legged teddy bear in my bed.