The Spider

The spider on the wall

Click, click, clicks 

With the humdrum humming 

Of conundrums strumming- 

Crumpling, 

Crippling, 

Listful wishful webbing, 

Bedding- 

Ebbing from the hole in 

The inner spinner's netting 

Forgetting, 

Regretting- 

Fretting from the fright 

Of a small mite's light 

Collapsed. 

Say what you will of 

The spider that kills- 

It's purpose, 

It's meaning, 

It's prose, 

It's scream.