O eight-legged one, you've been my familiar
all through this Winter season
Trapped between screen and a pane of glass,
an intricate web you've woven, though I've
yet to see you catch a single meal
What hardship to depend on the blood of
those wandering too close to your
silken snare
Do you wait for a day of vernal breezes
when I throw open my bedroom window
again so then you might make an escape