This little spider.
Who rushes out to greet me again this evening,
Who crawled up my arm yesterday night,
And abseiled his way down from my glasses the night before.
Who sits in the living room
Quietly waiting for visitors to arrive.
Waiting for dinner time,
Where we all sit together and eat.
For the TV to stop and the chatter to quiet.
For the lights to go off and us all to sleep.
This little spider,
So small that you barely notice him.
Who does not disrupt family life.
Keeping me company, watching over me,
Doing his work and sharing our home.