Picture yourself…
It just whizzed overhead as I cried,
And, the ground rolled beneath my feet,
It left me shivering till I died.
My muscles gave one last twitch,
The gra** did part, left all scattered,
It is like an enormous twister,
It would uproot trees and all that mattered.
This mower was louder than any noise,
And, my voice was left to be unheard,
I pondered steadily for shelter,
I would have squawked if I was a bird.
I wished momentarily that I was a squirrel,
A tree, I would have sought safe haven,
But, the noise blurred her senses,
I know that I was worth saving.
For a moment I dug deeply,
But, a shovel I had none to my name,
I guess it is not like dodging raindrops,
I'd spun a web but all is lost without vain.
I know that she will never see me,
But, I had time to spend.
I would have stood up tall, brave and proudly,
I stood tall just like men.
If that mower would have rolled away,
And, my life was spared by chance,
I would have crept off to a harmonious place,
Instead, I'll go where good spiders dance.