In the shadows, in the bushes
In the space between the leafs
A spider in the thick it
Crawled up on my knee
I whip my gloves on, whip my hat on
And I’m ready from the trees
But that little glass spider
Came crawling up to me
From the shadows in the bushes
In the space between the leafs
A little black spider
Came a crawling home with me
It crawled up cross window
As I lay me down to sleep
In the morning on my pillow
It waited patiently
And then came the ants
The frogs and the snakes
Slithering and slimy
Through my blue washed sheets
Lastly from the bushes
Creeping from the moves
Every awful creature
Came a crawling over me
I crushed him and killed him
But they came all the more
So I ran in my night shirt
Out to visit the road
But I tripped it on a tree root
And this one from the weeds
A million metals heaf
For a million pieces
In the shadows of the picket
Rain pours through the leafs
And I was scavenging the mud
When he tripped on trees
But from here
And through there
From every tuition
Later voices sang
Longer twigs and mosses
And the swan and the cavern
Under logs and leafs
I crawled and I slithered
Under rotting trees
In the tangle of the bushes
Underneath the wet leafs
Lay many and nothing
And I crawl up underneath
