The Spider

Here’s a poem I wrote when I was bout 10 years old. Somehow it’s been banging around in my head all these years, despite the fact that I usually have a pretty bad memory. It’s not anything amazing, but I thought it might be fun to share. Enjoy!


Spinning quickly, weaving webs.
Planning patterns in his head.
Thinking: Did I miss a spot?
It’s hard to see in a garden pot!

Trying to catch a juicy fly,
But all just miss him flying by.
Then finally, with a sudden jerk
His trap’s caught something – and it worked.

He sinks his teeth right in his meal
And swallows it with a little “squeal!”


2 thoughts on “The Spider

  1. divinechaos

    How fabulous to know that this poem was so special and important to you that your spirit would not allow you to forget it. Thank you for sharing it with us all.


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