A Spider Ditty

There’s a spider living behind my bathroom door
Snaring the things that I abhor
At first I stared, squeamish about her,
But soon found she was really no bother
She was still as stone when I first sat down
A dark black mixed with a little brown
When they scamper and scuttle across,
Goosebumps break out like patches of moss

But still she is now, fishing with a dainty net
She caught that mosquito from last night, I bet
For now I’ll spare the shoe and the jar—
Share space with an alien more comfortable afar
If she makes no move towards my tushy bare
There’s no telling how long I might leave her there
I’ll share her with my family when they get home—
To provide sanctuary for this strange unknown.

-- Grace


Art by Susan Seddon Boulet-- 'Shaman Spider Woman'