Day 14 Gargantuan

Gargantuan
Gargantuan means pretty much bigger than normal,
More massive than giant and higher than huge,
I remembered that as I looked up at the creature,
Black and sombre, poised to pounce, eyes wary,
Towering up and up, so high it could barely be seen,
Wondering if it would mean the end of mankind -
I imagined it chasing people; screaming, desperate,
All of their lives rushing before them in the face of terror

But then I snapped out of it, opened the window,
And left the room, not to return until the spider had gone.


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