One Less Spider

Big Spider in a web hanging from a rail with river in background

A Poem By Greg McGee April 1, 2020

I Went for a hike this evening

On the Ann and Roy Butler Trail.

It wasn’t very crowded,

Since we’re all in Corona Jail.

There were probably more spiders

Than people on the trail to see.

But their population’s reduced by one,

And it’s all because of me.

I brushed against her web as I was walking by.

She jumped on me, who wouldn’t? I understand just why.

But I don’t like spiders much, at least not on my shirt.

So I smashed her without thinking.  Ground her into the dirt.

She was probably a good spider, as spiders go.

Probably a good mother to baby spiders at home.

Maybe there’s a fly, or a mosquito or a flea.

All wrapped up in spider silk, that they’ll never get to eat.

The sun was setting, the rails have lights all in a row.

I noticed how the spiders spin their webs around the glow.

That’s pretty smart, you know, because that’s where flying insects flock.

Our light is now their friend, they hunt according to our clocks.

For my senseless spider crime, I sought to make amends

I captured a moth, and offered it to a spider friend.

She zipped across her web so fast, and filled its head with goo.

And wrapped it up in silk, to store it for her morning stew.

There were probably more spiders

Than people on the trail to see.

But their population’s reduced by one,

And it’s all because of me.

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