Little spider

on the wall.

Why you disgust me?

I don’t want to tell you.

Search for a friend

somewhere else.

Find another spider on the other

side of the wall.

Or befriend some other bug

You don’t want to eat,

don’t want to catch in your spidery web,

you little predator.

I wrote you this poem

You see it well,

But we still cannot be friends.

You can thank me

by not climbing down

after I switch off the lights.

Or else

You have to die.