Lone Hangout
there's a spider in my great-room
high up near the apex of the ceiling
hanging from the whitewashed wall
a spindly one, like a leggy daddy
but surely of the arachnid order
it is now early spring and this
patient arthropod has been there
since late last autumn,
five to eight months maybe
hanging from a thread he spun
to end his life and hang upon
is there such thing as arachnicide?
or did he (or she) just naturally die?
either way, i must say, preferable
than some other way, like the
black widow's suitor, dated,
then out-dated and consumed
to hang out, about and alone
yet plain in sight forgotten
all that ever was ever known
is or may well be the fate of all,
bowing for one last curtain call
© Goode Guy 2013-05-23
Copyright © Goode Guy | Year Posted 2013
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