What to do,
What to do? I wonder
Staring at the finely spun border.
I could pass through, but no.
What to do? I think
Glaring at the occupant, black as ink.
Beat it with a broom? Too brutal.
What to do? I deliberate
The eight-legged creature’s fate
As it happily sits in its home.
What to do? I muse
The spider’s presence I could excuse.
If only it didn’t hang in the way.
As it catches a fly, I sigh at the state.
I’ll never get the mail at this rate.Recommended2 Simily SnapsPublished in