Spiders

 
The spiders in the shed  
fearful, half asleep  
scurried across the floor  
rudely woken by our stumbling.  
The day was deep in frost  
the shed a dreadful mess.  
strewn all over, rarely put away  
on sunny afternoons.  
 
No one had entered these last weeks,  
no one, that is, but spiders,  
garden chairs in disrepair  
no longer safe and rotten,  
old bags of compost, sacks,  
a lawn mower, petrol can.
 
We took them out, to sweep the floor  
left it clean and tidy,  
threw away the most of it,  
found some spiders here and there,  
returned them to the tidy floor,  
then to the council depot  
to throw away their homes
 
Written by Kexby