Rough Draft of a Silly Poem

Rarely can I bring
myself to kill
a spider
when alone.

He skitters so gingerly
across the floor
and nervously up the wall,
he just wants
to bring a snack
or something nice
to decorate the walls
of his warm little corner,

to cut
his journey short
seems a bit too
unkind.

But sometimes,
in the presence
of skittish young
ladies, I'll reach out
with my shoe and
put it down
if only to spare him the screaming.