Small brown ghostly spider,
Your net is so carefully woven
With threads of silver sunlight
And crystal beads of dew;
But the way you have your dream-catcher
Strung right above my head,
Folks would think you want to cast me
Into an eternal, unwaking slumber
And steal the imagination from my veins,
You nasty little dream-thief!
This piece has been published in Teen Ink’s monthly print magazine.