A black spider arrived
in his bathroom door jamb.
A tiny thing he could only see with his reading glasses.
Its web, too much of a challenge to see without bending down.
So he learned little about its home.
A speck of dust,
But still, he watched it with apprehension,
eyeing it from the mirror, the toilet, the shower
while it stayed in one place, barely flinching at his movements.
Until one day, it hung, curled in death’s pose.
A shell of itself
And he congratulated himself
for leaving the spider alone, letting it live
in his space as he swept its remains into the dust bin.
©C.JeanDowner
