i had a dream the other night,
curled up in a ball so tight,
was a baby spider screeching,
for someone to share some light.
a few minutes passed and a chariot appeared,
out of it dropped a long-bearded musketeer-
he crossed the little spider and out of hatred he said,
"my goodness dear! i must off with your head!"
but the babe still screeching lifted up its eight legs,
sprayed a gunk of sticky white thread,
the musketeer screamed like a girl perhaps;
he might have torn off the thread's straps.
for sure did it not shatter any glass,
for sure he shattered ear drums though, I know, really first class.
N/A:
I don't know why but I felt like writing a poem to address the helpless and why we should help them.
Of course I haven't listed ways for you to help them XD but might as well spread a little awareness :).