In the kitchen I stood
It was in the hood
With the burning hob, may be,
I interrupted it's sleep
It guided itself down
With two bodily segments
One big, one small
Quilted with layer of cuticle
It's digited eight legs
Took a full curl
And made it almost a roundel
It had a brown colour
Like that of a barley pearl
It was arachnid and beautiful
And hung itself with an invisible sling
I could see it's anger while dangling
With jaws pointing at me
Ready to sting
I became afraid of
It's awful frigate
I assembled my strength
And smashed it hard
It fell on the ground
With death all-around........
I thought myself guilty
With a sigh of sorrow
It would have been offensive
But soon found my answer
That nature allowed me
To be self-defensive!




(12/18/2008)

Sameer Ahmed

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/an-act-of-self-defense/