Spider sits by
her silky sun-spun web.
Full from her lobster
Saturday supper, she decides a little gentle
housekeeping is in order.
'Who would have thought my silken spinning
would have bagged such a prize?'
she idly thinks as she makes good the damage done
by the flying crustacean.
'And in Kent too!'
Sitting in the shade of the ivy
she decides now is as a good a time as any to
make a start on her Christmas knitting.
Socks from hand-spun yarn
what could be better...
three down, five to go.
'After such a handsome feast, I think a
little light fly would do, topped off with a cabbage white...
A girl has just got to have her greens.
So good for the complexion, what!'
As the sun sets, with eyesight failing,
she puts her knitting away,
content in her chosen tree in
a wildlife garden.
Where to find a cosy billet for winter?