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