Dangling from a silky thread
An eight legged creature swings
Back and forth
Back and forth
Back and forth
In the gentle breeze
Of a nearby fan

Often misunderstood
She is feared
Sometimes loathed
But she has done nothing wrong
Save for eat a few flies
That foolishly flew
Into her home
Without permission
What else was she supposed to do?

She swings
Without a care in the world
Swing
Swing
Swing
She could do that for hours
Maybe even days
Just swinging
Back and forth
Back and forth
Back and forth

She lengthens
The length of her thread
And she is lowered
Until she lightly touches
The solid ground

Quietly
Quieter than the whisper
Of the calmest wind
She scurries
Across the floor
Keeping far away
From any living thing
She would like to be left alone
For she is a peaceful being
That means to harm to those
Who mean no harm to her

Eight legs scamper
Up a wall
Left
Right
Down
Up again
Down again

Everything is silent
Peaceful
Still
Perfect
She has nothing to fear

And then
There is a scream
A shadow appears

SLAM

All that remains
Of that quiet little spider
Is blood
Splattered everywhere
And a leg
That is still twitching

And as the spirit
Of that little spider
Departs to the heavens
She wonders
Why
Was her life taken?
All she wanted
Was to live
And to hang by a thread
Swaying in the gentle wind
Of a nearby fan
Going back and forth
Back and forth
Back and forth