Inexplicable

Back to the poetry this week! This one is just a little light-hearted take on the random appearance of spiders in places that really don’t seem beneficial for them, considering their fly-based diet. It’s just a fun poem, so I hope you enjoy it!

Inexplicable

He is clinging to a ceiling corner,
dressing landlord-white in silk,
his appearance inexplicable,
his patience admirable—
there is no prey for him here.

Then, sound; heat; droplets
of purest steam, scalding,
rising, reaching his corner,
the coveted beginning and end
of his privacy.

It is over. His silk has been shed,
falling in whispers too light
to be witnessed. Warmth escapes,
but he does not. He clings, still.
He waits, still.

And when his friend arrives,
a copy in every way, the appearance
is still inexplicable, and their patience,
doubled, is still admirable—
there is still no prey for them here.

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