0575

Walking in the dark then doing a dance,
swiping across the shirt and down the pants,
wiggling fingers through webs quick,
then using arms to give them a flick,
pausing for a moment to check if something crawls,
while looking to the ground for anything that falls,
imagination sees something gripping tight,
but unable to see clearly in the night,
removing the shirt just in case,
not worried about the bodies disgrace,
then seeing another near the knee,
it could just be a part of a tree,
removing them too and throwing away,
not planned on this happening today,
only underpants with a heart racing of fear,
then suddenly over the eyes it begins to appear,
stuck in the hair and sliding in front of the eyes,
unable to move and unable to shout any cries,
leaning forwards as it climbs the web back,
touching the skin and almost causing a heart attack,
building confidence to hit it to the ground,
swiping hard and hearing a cracking sound,
stepping backwards as it follows still attached,
how can the large and the so small be evenly matched,
swinging arms to find the still holding thread,
cutting it quick from the top of the head,
running the other way and not looking behind,
straight through another one stronger designed.