Spider on Christmas morning

A gray Christmas morning

on top of the house

nobody was moving

not even a mouse,

but the spider in the corner

of the ceiling so high

was telling me stay

and attract an only Christmas fly

so that he in the corner

wouldn't go hungry

and if he did his poor tummy

would go very angry,

So I stayed to help him

find the Christmas fly

after that, not quite finished

gobbling more yule pie.

Finally he had eaten his share

of yule meat and dessert

and he climbed up in his corner

for a nap in his nightshirt.