on candystripe legs the spidermanes

softly through the shadow of the evening sun

stealing past the windows of the blissfully dead

looking for the victim shivering in bed

searching out fear in the gathering gloom and

suddenly!

a movement in the corner of the room!

and there is nothing i can do

when i realise with fright

that the spiderman is having me for dinner tonight!

quietly he laughs and shaking his head

creeps closer now

closer to the foot of the bed

and softer than shadow and quicker than flies

his arms are all around me and his tongue in my eyes

"be still be calm be quiet now my precious boy

don't struggle like that or i will only love you more

for it's much too late to get away or turn on the light

and i feel like i'm being eaten

by a thousand million shivering furry holes

and i know that in the morning i will wake up

in the shivering cold

and the spiderman is always hungry...