As I pulled the bucket up from the deep well
Clinging upon it a spider frightened sitting there
As if hanging on for grim death was it
So very looking soaked and in such despair
After checking it's health with a little twig
I placed it upon a nearby bush to gather energy
It had come up from that fifty foot deep well
And on it's arrival looked so very relieved to me
It would have almost filled the palm of my hand
It looked as if at me so thankful too for the save
Having grabbed the bucket all the way down there
So very deeply within that deepest watery grave
It crawled away three feet and then turned around
I wondered if to bid me thank you and goodbye
Such little things can actually make ones day
All those little acts of kindness if we try.