The sun's rays pierce thru the bathroom window
Mirrored reflections spill sunshine into the white bath
A vast unescapable dry canyon to the two tiny baby spiders
Trapped in their quest for water having travelled from the heat
Of the inner roof via the ceiling fan grid
The hot Australian sun prepares to cook the day a gentle hazy brown.
I Take a white tissue and moisten a corner with my tongue and place
It over the two tiny spiders, who are held for a moment
I gently fold the tissue trapping my quarry
I quickly take them out to the garden and place them with the flowers
A flick to the tissue and the spiders are gone safe and sound
Two little lives saved today
It's funny a feel good syndrome fills my body