Once when i was five I sat on the back porch for over an hour fascinated with a daddy-long-legged spider (harvestman) I watched it crawl over my hand and arm until one of the legs came off. Then I examined the leg and noticed that it still kicked for awhile. Fascinated I pulled the legs off one by one, watching until it was still and then pulling off another. I did not think of the cruelty until just the body remained in my hand.
each segment still jerking
in my dreams
Throughout my life this scene comes back to remind me of the need to be kind to all and careful of our actions or else we could easily and carelessly become murders of more than just spiders
words cannot be recalled