A Silly Spider Poem

She’s weaving webs

Around my bed

Making the dreams

Inside my head

And in the morning

I’ll eat the bread

That tastes like cherries

All juicy and red

So now I’m fed

Full of cherry bread

Now what was that?

What you just said?

Oh…where’s the spider?

She’s in the garden shed

Sleeping peacefully on

The old snow sled

I will weave a web

Around her bed

To catch the dreams

Inside her head

In the morning

She’ll eat the bread

The piece I lovingly

Left in her bed

©Sherry Irvine – October 28, 2011