I, being occasionally called a pest,
would serve your human needs
to very enjoyable heights
if you would let me.
Being a joyful expression
following your every move
asks for one moment of gladness
to have me near.
I, lowly spider,
belong in a movement of black life
because you kill us
before we live out our existence.
We ask for a chance for life
so we can begin major work
in your homes.
You need not fear me-
for I die naturally, just as you will-
From pollution of the environment.
Remember
I only come to help control
the environment-
Not to bother you in any way.
We can spread love
into all underlings,
If you realize we want to serve
God's expression of life.
Give us a second chance
to die by nature's hand,
Not yours.