Sometimes I awaken to find a spider looming overhead and am unable to get rid of it.

My skin prickles
I'm a nervous wreck
As I don't know
Where you'll turn up next.

I search the ceiling
I look at the wall
I look everywhere
I think you might crawl.

Although you are black
And my room, white
Even with the contrast
You remain out of sight.

If I can't find you
Before I sleep
I know in my bed
You will creep.

And then I'll a waken
With a terrible sore
Knowing where you'd been
The night before.

But for some odd reason
You've escaped my view
And now in the morning
I must empty each shoe.

You think you've got
The best of me
But wait ‘til you show up
And then we'll see.

But in the meantime
I'm a nervous wreck
As I don't know where
You'll show up next.