the spider

he never once gives up or
Falls to his death
his home is quite nothing
Just a few strands of web

where he spy's me at night
in my nightmares and bed

I've for years tried to work out
Is he guardian or foe and

I've long since stopped caring
It's a thing I can't know
He seems to know I'll not

Kill him if indeed it's a He and

I confess I've long wondered  

what he makes of me