The call came on a late Friday, afternoon around four

My last customer paid his bill, just like he did before

It seem that there is some type of action, down the road

I jumped into my truck and zoomed off, like a green toad

The house in question, was on the borderline of land and sea

I had my small skiff in my truck/trailer, that is so smart of me

Parking the skiff on the back of a stone gator, tying her safely up

Walking toward the place of mystery, I heard the growl of a pup

Creaky doors with brightly,diamond colored doorknobs move

I jumped back as that scared me, right out of my cool groove

‘It’s in the attic’ was written in dripping fresh red human blood

Crawling spider like legs, were floating in the flash water flood

This is not good I said to myself, as I climbed the attic old ladder

Darkness met me at the door, scratching and making me madder

The high tech energy power flashlight, showed me the attic today

Crouched into the dusty egg sack filled wall, was the object of play

Watching me and my light, it was the head of a chipmunk all brown

Baring its razor like fangs that were pointed, all the way to the ground

It’s lower body was shaped like a spider, with attached human legs

This must be one of a kind animal cross breed, protecting her eggs

I am not going to be that bad guy, who destroyed this unknown life

It’s time to let her be up here in this place, I’m going home to see my wife