On candystripe legs spiderman comes softly through the shadow of the evening sun stealing past the windows of the blissfully dead looking for the victim shivering in bed searching out fear in the gathering gloom and suddenly! a movement in the corner of the room! and there is nothing i can do when i realise with freight that the spiderman is having me for dinner tonight
quietly he laughs and shaking his head creeps closer now closer to the foot of the bed and softer than shadow and quicker than flies his arms are all around me and tongue in my eyes "be still be calm be quiet now my precious boy don't struggle like that or i will only love you more for it's much too late to get away or turn on the light the spiderman is having you for dinner tonight"
and i feel like i'm being eaten by a thousand million shivering furry holes and i know that in the morning i will wake up in the shivering cold and the spiderman is always hungry...
