Poems of Lighthouse Bob
Black Widow Spider #561
Black Widow Spider I met my neighbors today. The man was nice and the woman just walked away. Maybe she was a figure of my imagination. He asked me if I was going to do some gardening. I told him I was. I needed to trim my bushes. The weather was cool. He told me to watch out for black widow spiders. My wife smashed two yesterday. I began to clip, clip, clip… The bush was tall and I needed a footstool to reach it's top. I found a fold-up chair instead, and… “Smash!” I looked around and no one saw me fall. Thank goodness… No one there, but… my dog. The chair was mangled. We went for a walk and I talked to an Indian. He's actually from India and has a Masters in Statistics. He tried to go to community college here, but they told him to take basic math. Go figure. My dog sniffed his leg. He said my dog probably smelt his dog. I told him that's fine as long as he doesn't mark his territory. We laughed. We talked about our dogs and he showed me where he'd been bitten by his. I showed him my bruises from the fall. He asked me if it was a rash and I told him no… black widow spider. |
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Black Widow Spider #561
Black Widow Spider #561