Fearless

by lynnkennison

Looking up from my chair

I notice a spider

spying on me

he or she

is on the outside of the window

peering in

presumably

looking at me

But I am not afraid

spiders don’t scare me

not the little ones anyway

nor the ones on the outside

looking in

they easily leave their webs

find another

and disappear

But why does it stare?

What it is thinking?

What does it want?

Why is it there?

I get up to tap the glass

I am fearless

in my approach

I pause momentarily

when it moves

from my side

of the window

I scream

But not that much

just a little

I am bold

a simple pur

does the trick

outstretched paws

I hit the glass

I am fearless

hear me roar

Izzy

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