I spy a spider

Dusty, ensnared in its web

Yet released in death

My cat stares puzzled

At a puzzle on the floor

What is he thinking?

We hear coyotes

Outside of my bedroom walls

Is our music heard?

Little bird on my sill

How you peer into my home

Your black eyes blink once

Falling leaves dazzle

As I lay upon the moss

I will remember

Strange plant in my path

I wonder at your toxins

And fear to touch you

A worm on a vine

We offer you to the fish

Which dart beneath us

The toy keeps spinning

Laughs from a merry-go-round

Blood runs down my knee

Dripping from our roof

You glisten and gleam brightly

Dying in the sun

The water is dark

But little shapes swim within

One day they will bite