The Spider's Stance

Never sleep with your mouth open
You can often hear this said
You never know what crawls around
When you’re fast asleep in bed.

When you toss and turn, back and forth
Across the beds expanse
On the pillow next to you is
The bracing spider’s stance.

As you pause it takes the chance, and scurries
Across your stretching skin
You move and it hurries
Towards the yawning mouth, that seems so beckoning.

Does it scream as it falls
Between our teeth this night
And if we knew
Would we not simply die of fright.

And when we wake and smack our lips
From a dreadful ghastly taste
Wondering what causes it
Whilst raising toothbrush with all haste.

Do they enter at their peril?
To chase the crawling flies
That dash and dart around your mouth
Until the sun does rise.

And if you start from a dream
Not knowing why you wake
It could be from a spiders scream
Not the snores that you do make.

So when in bed keep it closed
Then fear not the spider’s stance
For back and forth across your face
Will it chase the flies and dance.