he hadnt named him but a week ago

cranky

he was dead now

eaten

three of his legs remainedlike bones on the bottom of the shower near the drain  scattered under the corner where he made his web

it was evident 

             he had a young feral cat Miss October who was perpetually famishedate whatever she could take

a scrappy lil beast

obviously cranky descended into the tubknown for attempted arachnid suicidessuccessful ones an trod a bit too heavy on its eights an attracted keen october to who anything moving was beef on the hoof until it proved itself otherwise indigestible

     

         he felt badly 

                        when he felt god-ish and named things  and it was very good  he didnt take into account those named things would conspire to do exactly what their natures intended          

                                                             or maybe once named  outed  that thing is put in the Crosshairsstuck front an center its quiet retiring anonymity spoiled  its painted in an unmerciful spotlight whitewashing away any trace of obscurity  

                                   undoubtedly  exactly   who    an     what      they       are

those parameters set

when discerned

               theyre easy pickings

a week ago he showered happily and blew breathy kisses to cranky

cranky cringed

it was playful

now crankys corner was vacant except for a slender twist of microfine silkfiber hung up on itself  looking like a trillingthenstayed shadow a stain
   

occurred to me while laying in a hot bath scented with lavender oil,  Monday,  20  11. 17
0834,  Twosday,  21  11. 17

Warren Zevon  Knock Knock Knockin on Heaven’s Door  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7ZHmmW-75to