Stephen Katona Poems
Spider In My Pencil Case
From a group of boys,
Came excited jabbering noise.
In the corner of the playground,
There was something they had found.
A boy called Tom poked it with a stick,
Watching made me feel quite sick.
I could see it was a baby spider,
My first thought was to hide her.
I cupped her in my hands,
And resisted all the boys demands,
Firmly saying 'no,
I'll never let her go! '
She tickled my palm,
Glad to be safe from harm.
I thought hard about a hiding place,
Then dropped her in my pencil case.
From that day on she was my pet.
I kept her safe ...
One day he gave a woman a fright,
perhaps there was a danger white,
or just he felt alone.
The truth remains unknown.
Scars on his shiny coat,
some caused by boat,
others from fishing hooks,
spoiled his perfect looks.