The West End Widow

006e25d5f93c5908e9295c648d9e7d94by Stefon Napier20 Aug 2013

The spider is quiet.
It spins a soft web.
This catches sunlight
Tiny curled leaves that look like flutes
or mini tobacco rolls.

Otherwise it sits there.
Dead air for company.
I am not sorry for it's presence.
It has captured my mind.

Very loud in doing so.