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There was a particularly nasty looking garden spider Crawling up the cracked molding of my window Not that he looked particularly nasty compared to other spiders In fact, up close, spiders are one of the wisest looking creatures that exist But I don't have eight eyes like the garden spider So I can't see that without the help of a camera lens So to me, he just looked Nasty Buzzing from behind my curtain A particularly nasty looking yellow jacket Landed next to the spider I didn't need a camera lens Close up or far away Some things are just Evil The spider must have sensed this too With a leap He grappled the wasp And they tumbled Buzzing To my uneven hardwood floor Landing with a small Distinct plink And I stood over them While they tussled As I have stood over a million things Watching with glazed indifference While creatures purer in their existence than I Fought for their lives I could see that the spider was doing poorly The yellow jacket was giving it to him in the abdomen Jamming his stinger in and pulling it out and jamming it in again Until the spider started leaking white and green And started fighting less and less The yellow jacket Smugly victorious Save one crippled wing Started to putter away But I brought a rolled up newspaper down on the both of them Like a pillar falling from the front of some great Roman temple When the Gauls sacked it Retracting the paper They had both been reduced to wet smudges I felt bad for killing the spider I wish I could have trapped him in cup with a card over the top And placed him outside on a leaf in the garden So he could rule where he was meant to But I considered it an act of mercy I couldn't stand to see a noble being end like that And you should always ***** out evil If you have an opening I sat back on my bed Considering it a wash A bit of beauty for a bit of order As it has always been
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May 16, 2016
May 16, 2016 at 8:27 PM UTC
An Act of Mercy
There was a particularly nasty looking garden spider Crawling up the cracked molding of my window Not that he looked particularly nasty compared to other spiders In fact, up close, spiders are one of the wisest looking creatures that exist But I don't have eight eyes like the garden spider So I can't see that without the help of a camera lens So to me, he just looked Nasty Buzzing from behind my curtain A particularly nasty looking yellow jacket Landed next to the spider I didn't need a camera lens Close up or far away Some things are just Evil The spider must have sensed this too With a leap He grappled the wasp And they tumbled Buzzing To my uneven hardwood floor Landing with a small Distinct plink And I stood over them While they tussled As I have stood over a million things Watching with glazed indifference While creatures purer in their existence than I Fought for their lives I could see that the spider was doing poorly The yellow jacket was giving it to him in the abdomen Jamming his stinger in and pulling it out and jamming it in again Until the spider started leaking white and green And started fighting less and less The yellow jacket Smugly victorious Save one crippled wing Started to putter away But I brought a rolled up newspaper down on the both of them Like a pillar falling from the front of some great Roman temple When the Gauls sacked it Retracting the paper They had both been reduced to wet smudges I felt bad for killing the spider I wish I could have trapped him in cup with a card over the top And placed him outside on a leaf in the garden So he could rule where he was meant to But I considered it an act of mercy I couldn't stand to see a noble being end like that And you should always ***** out evil If you have an opening I sat back on my bed Considering it a wash A bit of beauty for a bit of order As it has always been
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May 16, 2016
May 16, 2016 at 8:27 PM UTC
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