Outside, a dark storm batters a cracked window pane.
Inside, a spider sips from a drop of transient rain.
Spins a web in the corner by the fortunate drain.
A gnat seeking warmth from the lamp implores
Your corner is dark, damp, tasteless, and flat.
You could use a bit of snappy decor.
And That Is That
Silently, the spider shot web lines out for a possible score.
Lightly settling on the wings of a cozy, chatty gnat.
Rolling and twisting, the gnat secured itself, snug and pat.
Hanging from the spider’s web as macabre decor.
The gnat implored, Why do a thing so without tact?
My nature as a spider, you’re my decorative snack.
And That is That.