A Family Of Spiders Is Swept Away With A Broom

• Lucinda Ferguson, Grade 9
• Poetry
• 2021

They came armed.
Weapons held high, they bore down on us.
My home, my family.
Swept away like we were nothing.
I fell, my limbs flailing
My sisters and my brothers, my mother and my father
Lay around me twitching,
Fading away slowly as death reached out to them with long, spindly arms
Our attackers stood over us, poised to kill
And with another fell swoop
We were gone.