When I think in large terms, like…

Spacious, massive,
grand or big,
I can just picture
a wealthy yet comfortable space.

But if I think in smaller terms, oh say…

Minuscule, modest,
scanty or small,
I just want to
shrivel up and hide.

Is it any wonder, then

That skyscrapers are built
while shanties are torn down,

Or why people listen better
to men who are tall.

It doesn’t quite explain, though,
why I fear the little spider.
But I suppose it just could be
his impetus is larger!