hed seen it although he would he was consciousalert to small details the minute things that differentiated one from another

a petite silver spider inhabited the canister lamp above his daughters bed a hospital bed

it fit betterallowed better access to her in the sunroom at the rear of the house

the sunroom was haphazardly acquiredincorporated into the house

he knew that because he was a carpenter near half his life until he was badly injured  he could still marvel if he closed his eyes  the palm trees around the site were laced Emergency red and white lights like peppermint candycane

what doesnt kill ya doesnt kill ya

the sunroom was inadequately insulated

it was a drag on the system that tried to heat and cool its aspect

the electricity was faulty

                          the can above his daughters bed was on a dimmer but the dimmer flickered like a candle flame when it was brought down too far

the other canister lamps worked or didnt

the clay tiles on the floor were rustic and uneven fine if they were outofdoors if one entered the room barefooted it was 40/60 Vegas odds theyd stub their toe or trip and stumble

the French doors to the outside were illfitted 

the transition into the house under a supporting arch forced six-footers to enter or exit at its center or theyd get droppedcracking their skulls if they werent wary

                                                    the briskmoving traffic in and out probably informed the tiny spider to build its web in the can which proved successful dining on flies and gnats that entered through the French doors attracted by bangedbruised foreheads and blood from causally split brows ofcourse the table was setthe feast to be enjoyed as they were also attracted to the canned light their insect brains werent privy to DONT GO INTO THE LIGHT! Nooo!  where the spider spun its banquet table

he enjoyed the silver spiders presence

he watched it rappel into thin air on a gossamer thread where the hush off two feeble ceiling fans jostled it

it looked like great fun

                        like an apparatus that might be found in a thoughtful childhood playground and played on with squealing delight as long as it didnt spin in circles like a merry-go-round which nauseated him as a child

he was tickled for the cleverthe nefarious eightlegger

to be an eightlegger might be a delight

                                         to be an eightlegger with fingers and opposable thumbs would be fuckin AWESOME

             or likewise a digitisedfingered octopus

why not

they were already were alienish

their mutations had taken them to the top of their foodchains

evolution

           and then those now suddenoccurring beasts might hopefully have some gratitude for their daydreaming creator

         who was unlike Baron von Frankenstein who failed to respect his slobbering creation

like all children

who didnt ask to be born

who didnt ask to be animated 

                                that just happened to be or became without much forethoughtaside from creation or the dire realisation that they are utterly and innocently dependent on their creators for the foreseeable future

one shouldnt summon offspring if they have no intention of seeing their deed through the beautiful and the bitter

ever loving them and caring for them beyond what they were able to materially provide

the silver spider dangled and bounced on the air currents

he stood to inspect it better

Awthank gawd  No fingers or thumbs

2153,  Reggae Friday,  27 12. 19

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Itsy Bitsy Spider  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=w_lCi8U49mY