Corner Cafe

Outside the plate glass window

Overlooking the backyard

On the painted sill

He has set up shop

 

Filaments crisscrossing

The far right corner

Shine in the morning sun

Holding pods of the fallen

 

Each day the web is repaired

And constructed to last

Perhaps until the leaves

Turn red and gold

 

 

A fortuitous gatekeeper

Waiting for his prey

Knowing she is there

They share mutual respect

 

Catching a glimpse of him

With his remarkable size

She turns relieved

He is one the other side