When there’s a spider
Who’s sat on your wall,
And the only thing for it
An empty glass,
A neat-enough envelope,
And a trip outside
The front door.

Does it know what it’s doing there?
Is it waiting to leave?
Did it sit and watch
From a different spot
As you drank
The last drop
Of that bottle
Of Merlot?

Did it curse
TV Licensing
For sending you

Did it not run away
Because it’s Leeds-cold outside
And conserving warmth
In this weather
Is better?
I don’t know
If it’s not something
More than that.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s