DEATH OF A SPIDER

It was sitting behind the toilet seat
With long legs spread apart,
Hairs bracing on them.
Those white eyes looked rather cruel
On that huge head with no hairs.
No positional change occurred
When I flushed the toilet.
A bad idea arose in my head
To kill that clumsy creature.
I had only the cockroach killer spray
But I tried it on and on
The long legs started shivering and running.
With a steady state of mind,
It climbed on the walls moving abruptly
I left it alone for a while.
Then I saw a tiny spider liberating from its body,
And I knew that it was a female!
I felt some guilt but did nothing.
When I reentered the bathroom,
She was not visible at all
With my scrutinizing eyes I found her
Camouflaged on the brown broom.
I sprayed again and again with rage
And there it lay on the floor tired
The hind legs scrapping her own face,
Making small attempts to climb,
But failing to make a trial
I scooped that creature with utmost care
Half dead, with an angry heart
Now she lay on the soil after the turmoil,
With ants dashing for their feast…
Once fierce limbs were torn away,
Once built webs were washed away,
Once bulged belly shrunk inwards,
Like all living creatures culminate!