The Wolf Spider

by joetwo

While no bigger than a two euro coin
These eight-legged monsters loom large in our thoughts
Emerging from a long winter’s sleep
They roam in lustful abandon
Seeking heat and finding our company
Hiding in our nooks and crannies
Their discovery means our fright
And their ultimate misfortune
Boot-mediated death
Or, if lucky, glass-encased expulsion
At the mercy of our whims
Yet we feel enslaved to them
Our actions shamefully involuntary
The ultimate cruelty of one who is afraid

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