November 23, 2011


Three floors up
the spider hangs,
hidden right outside
my door.
She knows just what
she's looking for,
in her place
at least a day,
seeing what nature
has in store.
At dawn
I find her
hanging there
fat with visitors
from the night before.
They've made
their way right
to my door,
she's so well-suited
to her chore.