Suspended, still and silent,
the spider hung all evening,
a single silken thread
secured him to the spot.

Patiently he waited, watching
with alien eyes, all eight,
hopefully focused upon us,
wondering when to leap.

But as the evening ended
the arachnid remained alert,
where, we retired praying,
he would remain all night.

I’ve spent the second night ironing, aware that all evening, someone hung behind me.
(31.10.25)

© Ben Quant 2025