#219 Spidermonger

When the night is still

And the crickets have gone to bed

The mice in their burrows

Are asleep and well fed

When your dreams are so sweet

That's when he'll come

Stepping softly

Disturbing not even the dust

Carrying his little cages

In his little leather pouch

Stacked neatly

Polished to a shine

It's a showcase

It's an event

It's what you've been looking for

At least that's what he'll say

The Spidermonger

Spreads out his wares

Which are almost his pets

Upon your hand stitched quilt

At the foot of your bed

He's got black ones and brown ones

Furry ones and bald ones

Fanged and many eyed

He stares at you

And they do too

Roughly a million eyes on you

And you can feel it

Your sleep is disturbed

You roll restlessly

And when you don't awake

To pay him any mind

He'll repay you in kind

But not before sowing some seeds

To suit his future needs

Carefully, oh so carefully

He fishes out his spider mother

And lowers her slowly into your ear

There spider mother lays her eggs

In a little pouch

Kisses it good luck with her fanged mouth

And climbs up and away

The Spidermonger smiles quietly

As he packs up his wares

The shiny little cages

Go back into his little leather pouch

And he steals softly into the night

Knowing that he'll be back

For the package planted in your ear

Will come to fruit in a fortnight

When the night will be still

He'll return to gather them up

Oh yes he will