Spiders:
The creatures crawl night and day.
When I see them I stay away.
They scare me that I scream.
So I calm myself by having Ice cream.
The bugs crawl around these walls.
And beyond the halls.
Their eight eyes stare.
Telling us "beware!"
The way it crawls,
Up the walls.
I run if I see one.
Saying it has won.
YOU ARE READING
The Little Stories of Life
PoetryA book about poems of life for me and what goes around for me. Poems aren't really my thing but I guess I will try give it a try and write some.
