Charlotte’s Web

I saw the spider as I entered the shower
And thought to put her outside,
but for the newly fallen snow.
Yet neither did I want to share my shower with her,
such is the state of my compassion today.
That I would let an unwanted friend drown beside me
before towing them to the safe harbor of the trashcan.

 
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