Spider

Spider

I wandered through the house, like a cold and still mouse,

I nary regret the bite, I still feel it's warm delight,

I hung from the web so, I never knew the stove,

I wished for just a small bite, casual we fall in sight,

I tore through the web with joy so, whispering to the words above,

and in my trance like state I, fell on a line, just with joy,

crawling now accross the floor, I was dead forever,

so like wandering in sight, I will not regret this,

everlasting danger, that is a cold stranger