My Pet Black Widow Spider

Her tripod of azalea sticks
held together with a rubber band.
Her sticky web slung
From stick to stick
She hangs up side down, looking
At the Sun above. Red hourglass
On her belly; counting sand dropping
time; nothing, nothing happening.

She is quite content in her plastic home.
Perched high in her gooey nest.
Inches away human flesh keyboarding.

There’s no fear, only respect.
Respect for a darkness, blackness.

Devotion to my pet black widow spider.

Categories: Blog, Poetry

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