SWOOSH!

The spider looked at me, pleading —
at least I thought so.
It didn’t want to be flushed  —
enjoyed wandering around our toilet bowl.
I watched its excursions briefly
but I had my needs .
I waited —  then turned the handle down
and swoosh! — it was all over
for that extraordinary creature
who didn’t have a chance
once I came along.

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