I sit among them
Their ever graceful bodies move around me.
I am not one of them
But I am one with them.
They are elegant creatures and have adopted me as their own.
Much superior are their species to mine,
So light and fast,
Whereas mine are bulky and clumsy.
They are merciless, but also small and fragile, like a delicate flower.
And now, here I am
Sitting here with them.
Why must such a species thrive and exist?
They are sly, vile creatures,
Moving sickly across surfaces with their long legs.
They are so small and useless, yet they cause terror to young and old alike.
They are monstrous and hide in the dark like cowards,
And scurry when the light is set upon them.
Grotesque beings they are, and their eerie voices echo in the darkness.
I am the only one to know.
I am the only one to see the truth.
There are two sides to the story.
Very different they are, and many change through time,
And there are vast amount of opinions that float between the two.
However, they both share a common subject.
One to love or one to hate,
Or one to simply pass by.
Yet they are not to blame.
Or are they? That is an opinion entirely up to you.
But just to think all this must come to these small, tiny Araneae...
Spiders, I mean.