spider on a cold expanse of glass: your padded claws, tiny

to the human eye, never misstep: your leg-hairs hear 

the beat of winter’s wings— 

                                               find my window’s crack 

and crawl in: my home’s dark 

corners do not hide a broom: make my room 

your own: spin filaments as sanctuary, silk strong enough 

to catch the light—

                                 cold-blooded spider: I know you 

do not fear winter’s beak: nature has made you predator

and prey: stay

                         of execution is my offering: all I seek

is fractal consolation from the corner of my eye.