At Their Mercy Poem by Ima Ryma

I overhear the two of them
Talking about me, her and him.
She tells him to commit mayhem
By killing me just on her whim.
But instead, with napkin and cup,
I watch him bend to where I'm at,
And very gently scoop me up.
We go outside their habitat.
He lets me loose with this to say,
'Goodbye spider and off you go.'
So of course I scurry away.
Some humans are humane, I know.

Meet these two again, I'm quite sure
I will thank him, I will bite her.