OUT OF BOUNDS

 

photo from Tom Burke from Morgan Hill, CA, USA via Wikipedia Commons

photo from Tom Burke from Morgan Hill, CA, USA via Wikipedia Commons

OUT OF BOUNDS

You might have lived
If you had stayed
     in your terrain
And hunted, as you do best,
     from ambush
In dark corners
Above my notice,
Laying for high flyers
     that ventured
     into the sticky tangle
Of your killing fields.

But you ventured too,
     and now are slickly caught,
Eight legs splayed,
     against the vast
     white porcelain
Of mine.

R.I.P.

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2 Responses to OUT OF BOUNDS

  1. Innit? says:

    What inspired this one?

    • Alice Voith says:

      The sight of a spider in the bathtub stirs mixed emotions…they still look scary, but they are also vulnerable. I suspect I was trying to assuage my guilt over killing one by reminding myself that all animals, even human ones, have a territory which they will defend.

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