Legs so fuzzy, jaws of steel,
Thought to make of me, a meal,
Panic made my old bones, spry,
From the room, I learned to fly.
Night of the Spider
By Arley Steinhour 091512
I woke up in the night,
Three, Thirty, be about right,
Feeling there might be some kind of danger.
With a daring, not in me,
I feared a burglar might just be,
Intruder, after treasure, here a stranger.
Alas, the house was still,
My heart increasing danger trill,
I must stay awake, against my groggy will.
Then my eyelids opened wider,
Glancing up, I saw a giant spider,
Escape was all I thought, as Time stood still.
Never, in this fruitful land,
Had I seen a spider, big as hand,
Slowly creeping across the ceiling, right at me.
I'd prefer the sneak of thief,
Than a creature beyond belief,
Thoughts focused, from that denizen to flee.
Sheet, I flipped into the air,
Rolled out of bed, with footing fair,
My speed, and age, matched at Seven-Three.
Out the door, and on my way,
To my can of Wasp and Hornet spray,
So I could sleep until 'High Noon,' Spider-Free.
Only moments, I was back,
I'd even grabbed a plastic body-sack,
But alas, spider had run away without a fight.
I did search so carefully,
But not a sign of spider, could I see,
Then I knew I couldn't sleep no more, tonight.
Hardware opened up, at Eight,
To beat the rush, by eight, I'm at the gate,
I purchased plenty, killer bug-spray fumigant.
I know I wasn't fighting fair,
Using fans, to circulate the air,
Spider loses, even hiding where I think it can't.
Without friends and family,
I fumigated, from the shade of Walnut tree,
Day with God, and laptop Bible, in deep praise and prayer.
Not quite the end of story,
Can't find spider, still need worry,
Unless, Jesus snatches us away, His Eternity, to Share.