Spiders on my bathroom
Spiders on my bathroom window As I wash I like to watch them Booties bumping to the music Spinning out webs that catch the sun A small spider visits a big one Hollow ghost, a shell emptied of life Some time later a hundred hatch What started in a corner spreads Becomes a living screen of hunters Humidity goes, and dinner comes What is on the menu today? Every week a seasonal special Such is life in the tropics