Sweet Hermione




5th poem

The subject of this month was a rather hard one. After thinking a lot, I decided to take a closer look at spiders. Many people fear them, but they don't do us harm. Many people want to kill them, but they only help us (they eat insects that sting us etc.). They are rather innocent creatures, so where does the fear come from? Why are spiders the enemy? I let the spiders speak. 

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We fear the dawn above all other 
For it brings the light of day so bright 
In darkness we prefer to be smothered 
So far away from the hunting light 

Often are we called eight legged freaks 
Accused that agony is what we wish to bring 
Whilst the only thing we seek 
Is a cool place from autumn to spring 

We chase your stinging enemies 
Why are we not your friend? 
A question that could chase us until the end


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