A Spot

A Spot

I am staring at my ceiling
and I’ve got this funny feeling
in my tummy, ‘cause I’m kneeling
right beneath a little spot.

But this spot I see while kneeling
is determinedly stealing
right across my bedroom ceiling.
It is not a normal spot.

And the spot is now revealing
how it crawls across my ceiling
with its eight long legs cart-wheeling
up and down around the spot.

I can hear myself start squealing
‘cause I know with what I’m dealing
and it’s not at all appealing.
It is time to leave this spot!

© Kristin Martin 2013