float past my window
a little spider crawls up my arm
as I sit in my chair
with my feet on my desk
pen in hand
gazing out the window
at a bright blue sky
with clouds of cotton wool
bobbing past
I examine the little spider
she is brown
with speckles on her abdomen
tiny yet so fierce looking
I put the spider on to my desk
a little spider to catch little flies
she wanders across my cluttered desk
and disappears into the corner
to spin a little web
to make a little home
The mother of all spiders
lives on my window sill
I should dust away the cobwebs
but I might upset her
and she’s too big to argue with
she doesn’t come out much
just sits in her cocoon of web
and watches me write
when I should be working
she twitches her legs
as if she knows I’m watching her
my office seems to be a haven for spiders
but I don’t mind spiders
as long as they don’t mind me.
mudcrow
June 28 1999
