The spider in the corner of my bathroom
Has become a fixture I expect to see
He weaves his web of capture
With hopes of maybe catching me!
I can't bting myself to take tissue in hand
And flush him out to the sea
We’ve woven a kind of a friendship
The spider, the web …. and me.
Eeeek!
ReplyDeletei would be boarding up the bathroom! i can't be in the same room as a spider. just too scary!
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ReplyDeleteI've never seen a web down so low before. Afraid of heights? :-)
ReplyDeleteAnother great sketch. I think she's there for a reason. You obviously spotted her from your seat. lol . Perhaps She's bringing all this awesome art out of you.
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