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To a House Spider She’s there to greet me with the morning light. Or is she ‘he’? Whichever, she or he might seem a fright, a cause to flee. To me, however, she’s a welcome guest. Her presence in my house is always blessed. She rids my house of mite and louse, and any other tiny pest. She sits in the same spot for days on end and waits for prey. But when her source runs dry she will descend and scoot away. She’s looking for new turf to occupy, but 'til I see her, I’ll keep a sharp eye. I’d hate to tread on her wee head, and bid my friend a sad good-bye. |