Misunderstood
I’m sometimes hairy,
But I’m not a mammal.
I’m hated and feared
Like a ferocious monster.
I can kill with a bite,
Or raise the hairs on your neck
With my prickly feet.
I come in many sizes,
As big as your hand,
Or as small as an ant.
I live in your house,
But you never notice me.
I look like a bug,
But I’m really not.
I live in the nightmares
Of people big and small.
I wait in my lair
For my food to come.
My home is invisible,
And sometimes beautiful
When it’s covered in dew.
It’s as strong as rope,
But as delicate as lace.
It’s a piece of art
That is rarely praised.
Because my art was made
From my own special thread
That sticks to my victims
And even to you.
You walk through my house
All the time
Without ever knowing
Taking piece of it with you.
My many legs and eyes
May scare you.
But really I’m just misunderstood.
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