The Spider

The spider hangs and swings
Just outside my window
His eight legs all outstretched
Blowing in the winds
Clinging on for life
Waiting
For a precious fly
 
Could’ve smashed him long ago
Smashed him flat against the wood
But instead, I let him live
Found no reason for his death
And sure enough, there he is
Blowing in the winds
Centered in his web
His elaborate, majestic web
Clinging on for life
Silhouetted against the sky
No reason for him to die
 
Who are you to smash him?
To end his day right away
Without a second thought
He posed no real threat
And so tonight he swings
Just outside your window
Clinging to his web
 
He struggles to hold on
Amidst the howling winds
Watching you through your window
As you do the same
All alone on your couch
 
But you’re not alone after all
As he swings in his web, looking in
Tonight, he is your friend
The spider, looking in