A poem to the spider under my bed

Today I was looking for something under my bed and saw a pretty good-sized spider. However, I have a pet jumping spider, and I'm not too keen to squish them. So I went to get a jar to overwinter the poor scared thing, as it's too cold to let outside. But it (understandably) hid and I couldn't find it. It really got me thinking so I wrote. Here's what I've come up with.

Dear little friend 

Underneath my bed

I saw you while looking for a sheet there

Disturbing the home you’d made and scared you

I, too, was afraid

I went to get a jar to collect you

But, when I returned, you had disappeared 

I figured I’d feed you until the weather warms up, and I’d let you back outside

But you didn’t know, you assumed I would squish you

You assumed that being seen as you are would cost your life

So you’ve hidden away underneath those same sheets I’m now afraid to touch

I didn’t mean to scare you, and you didn’t mean to scare me

I’m glad you’ve chosen my room to spend these cold winter months

You’ve probably been eating the gnats from my plants

A huge favor for me

I hope you didn’t get any with the fungicide on them, I hope you’re well

I hope that I’ll see you again, keep you safe until it’s safe to go outside

Because, little one, I respect you

I see you

Just another creature getting by

I will not squish you

But know that we fear you too.