On a mild yet windy December evening

I visited the bathroom to meet my coffee

Something I had done many times before

It was a familiar yet tedious occupation

Yet this was a special moment for an errant spider

Because I spotted it fall into my piss pool

I was in a dilemma as it was beginning to drown

Should I finish it off by flushing the bowl

Or rescue it from its unpleasant fate

I did the latter and found it within one search

It had created a web by the time I had opened the window

Vanishing without even a quiet word of thanks

I felt good about myself as I washed my hands

And wondered whether in the deep history of spiders

Would my rescue be celebrated in the years to come



P.B.Parker