Spider and Fly Cafe

by Mathew Paust

Little bastard executed its entrance

with perfection

I saw it coming from five feet

zipping so fast through the portico

I barely had time to gape.

I'd just brushed off an itsy black spider

also planning an escape to my a/c

riding the door inward, presumably

to spring off and scurry

away from my plodding rubber soles.

I'd been studying the threshold to scoot her aside

were she contemplating a second effort

didn't see her, she might have succeeded

the fly's been in here now going on three days

in cahoots, those two, would be my guess.