Bruce was a spider, a passive and silent resider, in the place where knowledge did gather dust.

I couldn’t leave him be, his presence startled me! And, imperatively, remove him I must!

I wrapped my arm in plastic, in case Bruce fell and I turned elastic, and captured Bruce within a jar for “Guess the Sweets!”

I sang to Bruce quite sweetly, as I led him from his home, and declared to Bruce “Be Free!” As I released him into a tree.

Published by RTS

Father, husband, teacher. Occasional eccentric.

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