Tarantula found in my pool

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    1. aslanspal 51 months ago | reply

      Permission to use this in relation with a poem : Thomas Lux's Taratula on a Lifebouy here is the poem used by permission from his literay house.

      Tarantulas on the Lifebuoyby Thomas Lux

      Thomas Lux
      For some semitropical reason
      when the rains fall
      relentlessly they fall

      into swimming pools, these otherwise
      bright and scary
      arachnids. They can swim
      a little, but not for long

      and they can’t climb the ladder out.
      They usually drown—but
      if you want their favor,
      if you believe there is justice,
      a reward for not loving

      the death of ugly
      and even dangerous (the eel, hog snake,
      rats) creatures, if

      you believe these things, then
      you would leave a lifebuoy
      or two in your swimming pool at night.

      And in the morning
      you would haul ashore
      the huddled, hairy survivors

      and escort them
      back to the bush, and know,
      be assured that at least these saved,
      as individuals, would not turn up

      again someday
      in your hat, drawer,
      or the tangled underworld

      of your socks, and that even—
      when your belief in justice
      merges with your belief in dreams—
      they may tell the others

      in a sign language
      four times as subtle
      and complicated as man’s

      that you are good,
      that you love them,
      that you would save them again.

      thanks for your consideration
      Roy / Aslanspal

    2. donjd2 51 months ago | reply

      Sure, you can use it

      don

    3. aslanspal 51 months ago | reply

      Tarantulas on the Lifebuoy

      by Thomas Lux

      Thomas Lux

      For some semitropical reason

      when the rains fall

      relentlessly they fall

      into swimming pools, these otherwise

      bright and scary

      arachnids. They can swim

      a little, but not for long

      and they can’t climb the ladder out.

      They usually drown—but

      if you want their favor,

      if you believe there is justice,

      a reward for not loving

      the death of ugly

      and even dangerous (the eel, hog snake,

      rats) creatures, if

      you believe these things, then

      you would leave a lifebuoy

      or two in your swimming pool at night.

      And in the morning

      you would haul ashore

      the huddled, hairy survivors

      and escort them

      back to the bush, and know,

      be assured that at least these saved,

      as individuals, would not turn up

      again someday

      in your hat, drawer,

      or the tangled underworld

      of your socks, and that even—

      when your belief in justice

      merges with your belief in dreams—

      they may tell the others

      in a sign language

      four times as subtle

      and complicated as man’s

      that you are good,

      that you love them,

      that you would save them again.

      www.flickr.com/photos/ddebold/3033331731/

      used with permission: please visit photo stream and thankful to him for the use of this great picture of a taratula at the swimming pools edge.

      www.flickr.com/photos/ddebold/3033331731/

      .

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