Edgar

My legs are like sticks, and I have eight.
I scurry across the floor, it's getting late.
The room is so big and I am quite small.
Gliding quickly to the safety of the wall.
A girl walks in and sees me there,
She's small and loud with straw colored hair.
Skipping toward me she whispers my name,
Staring at me for hours, every night is the same.
I stay there until "Goodnight" is said,
the girl climbs slowly into her bed.
Lights go out and the world is mine.
Sneaking about, the night is divine!
I crawl around here and there
I'm sure I've been nearly everywhere.
I manage to climb up onto the bed.
Slowly I creep on the sleeping girl's head.
She begins to stir so I stand still,
Then move through her hair to the window sill.
Back across her pillow, I hurry by fast.
I'm not sure how long the dark will last.
Rushing to the corner, I stumble,
I roll and take a tumble.
Pain invades my heaven.
My eight legs are now only seven.
Staggering to the corner, the girl now peers at me.
Watching me struggle. Something's wrong she sees.
A big white paper zooms at my face.
It scares me bad and away I race.
Faster it comes and then speed decreases.
It hits me hard and I fall to pieces.
Why she hurt me, she'll never say.
Now in three different sections I lay.
I think my legs are by the stairs,
and where my head is no one cares.
I don't know how long my consciousness will stay,
'cuz she stepped on my cephalothorax while walking away.