Fleeting Friends

A Poem

One morn’
When I sat on my porch
And I noticed a spider
Was sat there beside me,
Sat snug in his web
On a bright summer day.
So I lit up my joint
And I leaned in real close
Cus I wanted to see
All his minuscule features
But he then shied away
Afraid of a giant.

So,

I sat back and watched
My small neighbor entrap
A still smaller fruit fly
They prepared for a snack.
I sat mesmerized
As the spider spun up
It’s little fruit wrap
Which it saved for later.

But that very next day
I returned to my porch
For a jolly old smoke
So I look to the web,
But it, and the spider 
Are gone.