My daughter
wouldn't hurt a spider
That had nested
Between her bicycle handles
For two weeks
She waited
Until it left of its own accord
If you tear down the web I said
It will simply know
This isn't a place to call home
And you'd get to go biking
She said that's how others
Become refugees isn't it?
Photography credit: "Spider Web on Bicycle Wheel & Handle," by unknown photographer (originally color).
Though my compassion may not run so deep, I see that here's another truth from the mouths of babes. Thanks for this good poem.
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