In the long ago a spider, with a Herculean effort and a succeed-at-all-costs attitude, made its home in my window frame. As was Robert the Bruce in his cave, so was I greatly impressed by the efforts of an arachnid. Consequently I was moved to nurture the little fellow and to honour our relationship in verse.
Terry Wilderness is my friend.
I hope our friendship will never end.
I feed him flies ‘cos he is good,
And he would thank me if he could,
But he’s a spider and he can’t talk.
So I just smile and dream the thought
That all the world will someday see
What bosom friends are Terry and me.
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