Every day, two jumping spiders roam
across the thin walls near the strip of black
plastic that mimics crown molding.
I don't bother them or try to harm them;
I don't consider destroying the crystalline
lines of webbing that cross over the sill
of the bathroom window, the opening
that wasn't designed to close, the one where
the small insects enter through the screen.
They feed themselves anyway.
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