An Ode to Spiders

An ode to night with your spider spinning And all the packing squirrels have gone inside And the chirping birds have gone inside And the hoot owls have come out to play But the neon stays charged To mimic the blinking repentance of the hoot owls And the little spider with her fang’d teeth retch A sliver of silver on the neon A warning to the wasps that the sun will be up soon And the sun tiptoes over the horizon Bringing with him white clouds Immersing the neon in bright light Drowning out it’s orange-y glow Drowning out the darkness The little spider scurries back to her shadowy home Where the silver slivers hang all around And where the wasps are engulfed in it Stifled with her black disease Dinner is served until night comes again