Dear Daddy-Long-Legs - Poem by Angela Wybrow
When I suddenly spotted you floating round the light,
I froze to the spot, as you weren’t a welcome sight.
Around the lounge, you zipped and zoomed,
As I fled upstairs, in terror, to my bedroom.
As soon as daylight begins to slowly fade,
I start ‘Operation Lockdown’ to stop any raid.
I shut all of the doors and all of the windows,
And the curtains to, I make sure are closed.
Even though you’re so much smaller than me,
You’re not a visitor who I really like to see.
You seem to think that flying straight at me is fun,
And I bet it makes you really laugh to see me run.
At you, I can’t seem to help but briefly stand and stare,
As you float around seemingly effortlessly in mid air.
I do so really hate this time of the year,
When, to me, you bring this feeling of fear.
Even without seeing you, I hear the tell-tale click of your wings,
And you wouldn’t believe the terror which that tiny sound brings.
With your wire thin body, you seem to have acquired the knack,
Of obtaining entry, even when a window is open just a tiny crack.
I can’t throw you out, as the problem is, at night,
Many others of your kind are also in full flight.
Next morning, when I come back down the stairs,
More often than not, you’re seemingly not there.
I have to admit that I don’t know this for dead certain,
But my guess is that you’re hiding behind the lace curtain.
You’ve gone off to hide in peace for the day,
Till, once again, evening time comes our way.
Then, once the light is switched back on again,
You’ll leave your hiding place and be a right pain.
I know that your life span isn’t at all very long,
But terrorizing innocent people is very, very wrong.
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