Dining room window, upper left corner
where carved cornices deflect draft,
becomes her penthouse –
prestigious, coveted address. There
amid mullioned panes, the tiny spider
wove her web – intricate as tatted lace
and beautifully symmetrical –
a glass skyscraper she occupies happily.
Her larder brims with iridescent flies.
enhances her delicate complexion,
and narrow blinds filter sun.
She’s slender, long-legged, graceful,
envy of all the other spiders
until, with cloth-covered broom,
I begin spring cleaning.