Those many legged creatures
And their whirlwind of presence
Collect insects and my fear
In bottles before the day is done.
“Dispatch, Dispatch; we have a runner”
Road running and screaming
For her life and it makes no sense.
I am being chased by spiders
Those grey multivisioned creatures
Swore to catch me and my phone
– oh the selfies in danger…
I am shamelessly running
From those miserable things
And screaming – for good measure Dammit!
Daphney Em Molapo
And uncle Google provides the pictures