Thinking and reading someone's Consolations,
A spider walked upon my wall.
Thinking, I observed it
Observing my unconscious decision to kill it.
I raised myself and
I got so close to it,
My breath made it quake with trembling.
Maybe it was excitement knowing
It was dead-
As it walked up the wall
It was no longer a living creature.
The spider metamorph'd:
Its eight legs became four and
It was a cat, sneaking up the side of my wall!
What could I do?
Knowing it was dead
I let it walk away and
Now, I have a cat living on my ceiling.