There it is, up on the wall;

behold, now it begins to crawl.

Just got up, still quite groggy;

still haven't attended to my morning coffee.

That spider looks so creepy;

better do something zippy.

Oh no, where did it go;

I'd really like to know.

I should peek behind the curtain;

nothing like being quite certain.

Will it quickly jump out at me;

or will I become a frantic evacuee?

It fell to the floor;

looked like a big score.

It then jumped on my leg;

took care of it like a cleg.

There are those who won't kill a spider;

they prefer to catch it with a plastic cylinder.

I don't want to kill it either;

just don't want to go to sleep in a quiver.

Now it's not up on the wall;

I simply refuse to caterwaul.

Now I lay me down to sleep;

It's gone for now, my sanity to keep.

As I wake up the next morning;

getting in the car, it's very disappointing.

There it is, hanging down from the visor;

keep the window closed, now more the wiser.