Daddy Longlegs
You're in my urban world.
In the countryside.
Lame on the bottom of the bath.
Daddy Longlegs.
I look to see signs of life.
Unsteady, slight movements are observed.
Pick up precarious.
I am seriously
Worried.
You will not survive
My clay hands.
Daddy Longlegs.
With a wish and a prayer,
You are gone.
Out of my window for
A song.
Released to your world.
Do not come back here.
It is not safe!
poem by Peter Vealey
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