Spider

A simple twisted silken thread
Is running down from over head.
It indicates without a sound
That there’s a spider on the ground.

I stoop to search with caution slow,
Afraid of what is found below.
For though a giant in it’s eyes,
I wouldn’t want to be surprised.

There! Swift across the floor it darts,
Now! Jumping quick – I feel my heart.
My hair stands up, I glance in fear.
It’s run away – I know not where.

09.25.19