Stephen Katona

Silver Star - 3,374 Points (26th November 1970 / Manchester, UK)

Spider In My Pencil Case - Poem by Stephen Katona

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 from every threat.
My friends helped me catch a fly,
To feed her so she would not die.
Then one day in Maths she gave me the slip,
When I forgot to close the zip.
I didn't see her leave her den,
And thought we'd never meet again,
Until I saw in plain view,
My friend upon my shoe.
The boys were quick to tell the teacher,
About my eight legged creature,
So I had to set her free,
On the trunk of a sycamore tree.
I knew it was for the best,
But I found it hard to free my guest.
At last I said goodbye,
With many a tear in each eye.

That was a year ago,
And still I miss her so...

Topic(s) of this poem: animal


Poet's Notes about The Poem

This is a story of how my youngest daughter rescued a spider from some boys at school and kept it in her pencil case until it escaped during a maths lesson. It appeared on the tip of her foot and her teacher asked her to set it free. She still misses her little friend.

Comments about Spider In My Pencil Case by Stephen Katona

  • (6/21/2015 10:52:00 AM)


    Wow.. Like daughter like father.... For the love shown to these animals she shall be shown love everywhere. God bless you and your family (Report) Reply

    0 person liked.
    0 person did not like.
  • (6/2/2015 2:10:00 PM)


    I have lots & lots of very pretty spiders here in my house and I set them free in the garden :) (Report) Reply

  • (4/6/2015 9:50:00 PM)


    This is a wonderful story, such a caring so your daughter is, and a wonderful job you did of immortalizing it hear in this poem, with so mush cruelty that plagues this world its the simple acts of kindness and generosity that make everything meaningful. This is a very special work. (Report) Reply

  • S.zaynab Kamoonpuri (3/23/2015 9:49:00 AM)


    We adore spiders in our culture. U wrote a super awesome poem so delightful to read, on behalf of your daughter too. The rhyming brill and she would adore it too.
    Pls do review my latest poem i wrote this week, check date pls.
    (Report) Reply

  • Hazel Durham (3/21/2015 6:55:00 AM)


    Beautiful write, to be kind and caring is a gift of love to embrace the most vulnerable, a wonderful poem! (Report) Reply

  • (3/19/2015 5:25:00 PM)


    A great poem/story, and what makes it better is that it's true, a great write. (Report) Reply

  • Bri Edwards (3/19/2015 3:26:00 PM)


    ah, your first comment is from my favorite PH friend! and here is your second comment:

    favorite lines (so far) :

    She tickled my palm,
    Glad to be safe from harm.

    hands/demands...........good one!

    and teacher/creature! and those lines made me laugh, also! are you SURE you are not me? such a nice poem and nice rhymes! ! tell me the truth; you are ME, aren't you? ? has to travel to MyPoemList, and THIS ONE i hope to look at again some day (unlike most on my list) .

    well, i'm NOT crying! no! those are not crying stains on your monitor; clean your screen! do it now! !

    bri :)
    and YOU inspired ME to give you another poem for you and your ‘youngest’ daughter.

    “Spider” Is Watching YOU

    Little girl, do you feel many eyes watching you each day,
    while, in sun or rain, outside you carry on ….at your play?
    It’s just me, your multi-eyed little pencil-case-spider-friend.
    Remember when last year, on playground, me you did defend?

    Those boys tormented me until you rescued “Spider” from poking,
    then into your case you slipped me; some thought you were joking,
    BUT you faithfully protected me. Then one day, ‘cause the case WAS stuffy,
    I crawled out and onto your shoe. Please DON’T think that I was huffy!

    Then those mean boys saw me, and told your even more-mean teacher,
    who came up to your seat and said: “You must REMOVE that creature …
    from my classroom and from this, your place of academic learning! ”
    So you placed me on a sycamore, and from that day, for you, I’m yearning.

    At night I sometimes dream of following you home, but too far I dare not roam,
    because now I have a spider family to care for, because you saved my life. Therefore …
    I’ll always be thankful that you came along in time to save me from those noisy boys,
    and I’ll think of you when my little girl AND boy spiders are playing with their spider toys.

    (March 19, 2015)

    [STEPHEN, if this gets delivered as a comment twice, please delete one. i don't want to seem pushy! bri :) ]
    (Report) Reply

    Stephen Katona Stephen Katona (5/12/2015 8:03:00 PM)

    Thank you for your wonderful continuation Bri. My daughter was delighted to hear from her friend again and looks forward to meeting her spider friend's family one day.

  • Valsa George (3/19/2015 7:37:00 AM)


    No wonder your daughter has done such a 'compassionate' deed! Sure she has inherited her father's gene! Very interesting anecdote in rhyming verse! Enjoyed! (Report) Reply

Read all 9 comments »



Read this poem in other languages

This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.

I would like to translate this poem »

word flags


Poem Submitted: Wednesday, March 18, 2015

Poem Edited: Thursday, March 19, 2015


[Report Error]