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As I sat in my chair
a tiny movement caught my eye.
Turning my head, I saw a minute house spider.
Suspended from a single silken filament,
she stared at me, eyeball to eyeball.
We have an arachnid-friendly house,
but that does not extend to
such intimate interaction.
I rose from my chair.
Reacting to my movement,
the spider climbed up her home-spun lifeline,
just a few inches.
I waved my hand beneath her
and she climbed higher, gobbling up her thread,
climbing, climbing.
We played this game a minute more,
me waving her on, she climbing to save her life,
until she reached the safety of the ceiling.
I returned to my own safety
of sitting still in my chair,
satisfied at the non-violent outcome.
Copyright 2010 Ann Tudor
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