Little Acrobat of the Fall

The Little Acrobat of the Fall

A victim of the new depression,
I’m in my trailer to save heat.
A huge chunk of my income lost,
Made me ration everything I eat.

Underneath the kitchen valance,
I spied a silken thread…
At the end a little acrobat,
A spider, waiting to be fed.

There are no flying insects left,
He watched me eat each meal,
We shared a fear, a common fate…
So it was ripe to strike a deal.

I placed a storm-felled apple
On the counter by the sink…
Its rotting birthed a thousand gnats,
And a fat-bellied spider, I'd think!