A Spider

A spider!
I call out
On the flower!
A response:
The oppressive hand grapples
As though he were a menacing tennis ball
With each grab
He curls in pain
With each grab
My heart feels the same
The final grab
From the ignorant, oppressive hand
His life is finished
His final web already spun
Perhaps he would have spent a little more time..
My heart tears
A disgraceful reminder
That we are not all the same
Gentleness is strength
Oh, what a shame.