Riddle Me
Listen to the poem ...
Sneaking as quiet as quiet can be
Padding on eight legs where you cannot see
I hide behind cupboards and under the stairs
Down the rain spout and in attic layers
Every dark corner is webbed in your home
Riddle me this, what am I in this poem?
Padding on eight legs where you cannot see
I hide behind cupboards and under the stairs
Down the rain spout and in attic layers
Every dark corner is webbed in your home
Riddle me this, what am I in this poem?
This poem is copyright (©) Jennifer Baker 2024
About the Writer
Jennifer Baker
Jennifer is a writer and musician, playing in music festivals from Seattle to Maine. She will be published in the forthcoming July edition of Boats Against the Current magazine. She enjoys spending time in nature and with her nephew. She is studying poetry and creative fiction while working her day job dodging gamma rays near Philadelphia PA.
