Spider dies or not

A black thing on the wall
Might move it's wig of legs or not;
Depends on how it feels.

If i'm brave, I can creep up close
And see the intricate hairs or give
A hook of book to squeal.

But then the scraping mess of ooze
Moves as carcass settles itself
Which must be, uncomfortable.

In my mind the best thing, I find
Is to let the swine toddle around
And sometimes come down.

Or pick up the plastic trap with ease
That quease to shut the creature up
And wriggle it please to the window.

Mostly I just see how I feel.
Good Lord, the creature is real.
Maybe the good creature
Is worth it today, let's see.