today is yesterday’s pupil
Spiders spin silent webs all year, but come autumn dew glisten appears. I didn’t take notice a couple days past, beside my car a new web cast across a corner of the carport. Walking distracted I headed for it, into crackling hair of disgusting floss.
Yesterday, sadly, was a repeat performance. I felt foolish twice failing to look. This morning I understood with empathy for the arachnid, web spun the other side of the shed. Humbled that we’d find the same solution at the same time.
