Spidey

The newspaper was gutted and discarded on the sofa’s arm
On it appeared, apparently from nowhere  this sapient spider
One of the smaller kind and he was clearly int’rested in me
How did I know? Can I read spider faces? Somehow I just knew.
And the interest was mutual as was the close examination.
Two eyes stared at him and eight unblinking eyes stared back.
And when I spoke his body language showed his understanding.
He slowly sidled nearer. For a better view apparently.
So could it be that even with eight eyes he was myopic?
What was his fascination with me? Not as prey I’m certain.
Even he would see the idea laughable. Too large for one meal,
Still too large for two. The rest of me would need refrigeration.
What were the thoughts fermenting in that little head of his?

My new friend faced grave danger in a house where spider-squashers lurk.
I’m diff’rent, gently take them out and sternly give them notice to,“BUZZ-OFF!”
But not with him (could it be her? ) with whom I’d somehow gained rapport
Apologies were called for, grief at parting, and a truly-meant, “fare well.”