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