Look outside your window
There’re spiders all around
Falling from the skies
All over the ground
Mommy Mommy wake up
Hide me please somewhere
What if they come inside
Crawl over my hair?
Mommy says — Hide! Quick!
Under the bed we go
She says that they’re not spiders
They’re …
Spiders?
Frank Solanki 
If they’re not spiders, then what?
An unfinished poem? A fan, I’m not!
Do I use my imagination? Do I dare?
They might as well be eight-legged zombies falling everywhere.
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They are what?
Is there going to be part 2 😉
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