He's Not Alone.
He took a walk in the park,sat on the green be green grass,
where immediately,baby spiders travelled 2 he. Intention.
2 greet,2 greet,2 greet.
They crawled up his open mouthed sleeve,leaving him worried
they may try 2 eat he and his sleeve.
But seeing this may not be,
he decided 2 lay on the green be green grass,
surrounded by trees various shaped trees,
and allow many more baby spiders,
many more baby spiders,2 crawl and settle on he.
The now,really didn't matter 2 he.
An hour or two had passed by,
and he was now covered from head 2 toe,apart from his big brown eyes.
By spiders,many various spiders.Spiders he'd never seen in his life.
The year,now 2023,and he still was laying on green be green grass by trees.
2021 was the year the baby spiders covered he. Now adults, the spiders decided,
from his body,they now would leave.
But he didn't want the spiders 2 go,for his body ,they had made their home.
But leave is just what they did do leaving he 2 return back 2 his family,his home.
Knocking on his old home door,he wasn't sure if his family would welcome him back.
The person who opened the door,was not his wife,
not his wife at all.
A complete, a complete stranger,
was now living,
now living,in his home.
The open door stranger, told he,
they'd moved out after he went missing 2 years ago,
where 2,the stranger didn't know.
Where 2 the stranger didn't know.
So now homeless was he,
with nowhere 2 go, but return 2 the green be green park,
with the various shaped trees,
where he decided 2 lay on the green be green grass,
once again,
awaiting the new breed of baby spiders,
who would make his entire body their new abode.
(c)Wired6.3/10/2021.
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