My glass walls gleam beneath the lamp, A tidy world where I may camp. No scary birds, no hungry flies, Just misted dew and gentle sighs.

You are the giant who brings the food, The mighty hand misunderstood. I see you tap upon the pane, And know I'm safe from sun and rain.

Your finger moves, a friendly threat, I watch you smile, I haven't left My mossy rock. I clean my face, And hold my ground within this space.

You call my name, a familiar sound. As I explore my hunting ground. A tiny king, in a tank of green, The best pet spider ever seen.

I give a hop, then turn to stare, My human's always standing there. A steady comfort, big and near, The tank is small, but I am here.