Spider
The delicate spider-web on my window is gone now. That beautiful transparent net must have been destroyed by the wind or rain, for it is now gone, and so is the small creature I called a friend.
Every day she’d sit in the center of her creation, and I wanted her to catch something. I never saw anything go into the web though, but she and I still spoke every day, and built a little connection, a little spark; something sweet, between me and the spider. I had a true reverence for her ways, and she seemed to understand mine, however you describe them.
This morning I woke up and realized that she was gone.
Although we never got to be best friends, I knew there was a special connection between me and that small, eight-legged creature. Why would she have taken the time building a web on my window?
I don’t want her to be dead, but perhaps she is.
Am I like Wilbur? In the end, he lost a friend, and gained one hundred.
It never works like that for me. I tend to lose them for good.
Good luck, spider.
“I’ll tell you the rest when I see you. Peace.”
Sincerely,
Professor Clamface Killah
Every day she’d sit in the center of her creation, and I wanted her to catch something. I never saw anything go into the web though, but she and I still spoke every day, and built a little connection, a little spark; something sweet, between me and the spider. I had a true reverence for her ways, and she seemed to understand mine, however you describe them.
This morning I woke up and realized that she was gone.
Although we never got to be best friends, I knew there was a special connection between me and that small, eight-legged creature. Why would she have taken the time building a web on my window?
I don’t want her to be dead, but perhaps she is.
Am I like Wilbur? In the end, he lost a friend, and gained one hundred.
It never works like that for me. I tend to lose them for good.
Good luck, spider.
“I’ll tell you the rest when I see you. Peace.”
Sincerely,
Professor Clamface Killah