The Spider Returns
All Hallows Eve regardless
Not Easter or birthdays
Tenacity of critters
Got me swirling in a haze
They get into the bathtub
The sink or in the car
Lord knows just where they come from
But they haven't traversed far
So often I must rescue
Whether delicate or tall
Re-house them to the log-pile
As they can't ascend the wall
In shameless eight-legged tap dance
They weave and spin and twirl
Like death defying knitting
Timeless pattern they unfurl
Close up they're pretty ugly
But the beauty they create
Captures sunlight in the morning
Or a night time dinner date
I hope you have a lifetime
Knowing what it means to give
For I Love you, little critter
As you teach us how to live
CV
Copyright © Cynthia Vipond | Year Posted 2023
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