Eight Legged Foe

That spiders days are numbered,
Sitting on my wall,
But I if try to catch it,
It could jump or fall.

Then I won’t know where it is,
As it scampers across my floor,
I catch a glimpse, from my eye,
Quick, I open up the door,

Out into the big wide world,
My eight legged foe goes,
He lives on for another day,
My compassion shows.

But he spies an open window,
And back he comes inside,
Up on my wall again,
Now it’s my turn to hide!