Ode to an Arthropod

Mr. Centipede with the multiple feet,

How I’d hoped we’d never meet.

Yet every morning, there you are

Way too close, not that far.

Usually, after a screech and a shiver,

I’d have crushed you into a teeny sliver.

But maybe I’ve grown more caring  

While you’ve become more daring.

As long as you watch your proximity,

I promise not to ensure you’re history.