Once Upon A Time, Time Stopped

Tiny Tim

There's a tiny spider

Dangling from the shelf,

There's a tiny spider

Hiding itself.

There's a tiny spider in my room 

Having hung itself, 

And usually these creepers creep me out 

But this one's good company to me,

Through self pity and dread

 There's been a tiny spider

Dangling from the shelf, for days.

I wonder if my creeper is dead.

Now I go back to being jittery  

At the sight of 'em  

There's a dead spider in my room 

And it's dangling from the shelf

As if caught in its own web,

Trapped like a fly,

Its own would-have-been-meal. 

There's a spider dangling from the shelf

Next to the chun lian,

So minuscule in comparison,

So insignificant.

A speck of dust might have done a better job at showing itself off, 

Tiny Tim doesn't leave half a shadow on the wall. 

It hangs there and when I blow it,

It doesn't cringe, scatter or scramble like mice 

Or cats at loud and sudden noise.

My little creeper's dead.

Entangled with Death.

They say if you dance with the devil, it might be your last. 

All eight Legs coiled into itself

Oh! the pity

Oh! the dread

Now he swings in the draft,

Back and forth to no end