Poem: House Pet

This poem was originally published in Wilderness House Literary Review

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House Pet

the spider
hangs like a bindi
on a brow of ledge,

oblivious
as any ornament,
though just as fair.

a hint of style, purpose,
and vogue.

god might just ask,
why did you ignore
this precious dot?

and i might reply,
too many little fiends
to know.

seven sets of wings
have gone between
the eight legs,

and that was just one yesterday
of writer’s block
and idyll stare.

the spider,
more than any shitzu,
is a house pet.

it just showed up one day,
naturally,
and knew it was home.