Inky Dinky Spider

He was somewhat inky, if more dark brown,

but he was dinky and lived in a water spout

made of iron, rusty and heavy,

a couple of inches wide at the mouth.

When you opened a tap the water ran,

at first all around the edge of the spout,

until water’s coherence overcame that adherence

and it flowed in a straight, cylindrical stream,

centered and clear, till it hit a green bowl

with a bit of script, made by a potter.

And that’s when he came, the dinky spider,

down the straight stream, as if by magic,

bobbing and bouncing, drinking his fill

in mid air, until he reeled himself back

on his fine line, against the flow,

to his home in the water spout.