Splat!
I watched the woodlouse cross the floor.
It slowly crawled to the patio doors,
then, it tried to creep under my seat!
I caught my breath, I nearly screamed.
I couldn't possibly leave it there,
Good God, it might climb up the stairs!
So I hid, was quiet and as it moved
I clobbered it with the heel of my shoe!
Well I didn't dare sweep it under the mat
so I made damn sure the woodlouse went splat!
poem by Ruth Walters
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