“Oh my!” Proclaimed I
as I spotted my foe:
a big hairy spider
with at least fifty toes.
His thousand eyes stared.
He was shocked, just as I!
And we stood there a moment
wond’ring who was to die.
I stepped to my left
and he to his right
and I levelled my fists, shouting,
“I’m prepared for this fight!”
I swallowed my fears
and thought of my will–
then thought to myself
I’m not ready to kill!
It seemed that the spider
ran through the same thoughts,
for he raised up his (hands?)
and said, “please, this must STOP!”
And then, most surprising,
he gave a great speech,
(and I must admit now,
at the end, my eyes leaked)
“My dear, fellow stranger!
Let’s not start a war.
For though we are different,
we’re both good in our core!
“I spin my webs,
and you surf on yours!
I have hopes, I have dreams!
So much to live for!
“We are the same,
though your legs may be few.
So please, my kind sir,
let me bid you adieu!”
So I lowered my fists,
and wiped my two eyes,
and agreed to his terms
(much to both our surprise).
And since that day,
our paths sometimes cross:
I wave one hand to he,
and he, (like a boss)
waves his fifty at me.