Rosemary watched those big eyes stare
Wishing she had a match with her glare
Quickly snatching up another cricket
She hated being put up in the market.

What could she do though?
This crew all helped her grow
Still, she knew she was up for grabs
Knowing this will end her in the labs.

She was a tarantula, what could she do?
Smaller in size, smaller than the crew
Since friendly Pinky passed away
Rosemary knew she was in to stay.

You cruel people, she angrily screamed
They heard nothing, they even beamed
Even if she could scream even louder
She knew they would never understand her.

One night, Rosemary had a hopeful vision
She tried to escape from this deadly prison
Her plan to escape had failed to succeed
They punished her by not giving a daily feed.

Rosemary suffered hunger all day
This was punishment in their selfish way
Consequences she chose to meet with pride
Slowly, she let her anger subside.

Poor Rosemary stuck in a terrarium
Waiting, knowingly for her possible doom
She slowly moved to a corner of her space
She lay down tiredly, resigning from her race.

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