There was a spider crawling on my floor couldn't catch the blighter To put out the door. Every day my eyes were peeled hoping it would show not on the walls, or in a corner were did it go? Open windows are needed on a hot summer night but creatures of the outside Scamper for the light. Giant moths fly in tune dive-bombing by the second no care for anything in its path Or a newspaper it never reckoned! Still, the search is on for my spider house mate were the heck did it go? Is it ready for its fate? Scanning the floor, and the walls still, it does not appear the thought of it still in my house Is filling me with fear. Our eight legged furry friends have no idea how they panic a man in his middle years Distraught and all too manic. Just when its out of your mind in the corner of your eye you see your friend running on the floor So cheeky and it's free. Deciding on what action to take whether he will stand still or run Will you do the humane thing? Or shoot it with a gun! Panic comes all over me as I stand in a frozen state then he starts to make a run And then it seals its fate. Guilty for a moment as you squash your friend to a pulp then the fear is over Giving a final gulp.