On a Whim

I stomp over a spider
On a whim.

It crawled into my sight,
Seconds back.
And now,
It lies there
Squashed,
Dead.

As I stare at the morbid mess,
I wonder…
Why?

I could’ve simply
Let the harmless house spider be.
It posed no threat to me.
And yet,
I crushed it
With impunity.

The loss?
Mine, none.
The spider, gone;
Its time, done.
Along with it are gone
Unwoven cobwebs,
Future progeny.

Minutes pass by.
I notice ants
Gathering round the remains.

I leave.
I let the ants be.