My Hideaway Poem by Phil Soar

I built myself a hideaway
where I can waste the time of day
where I can sit and watch the world
and plot the words on paper

I made myself a welcome mat
made from coir and coconut
and laid it in my hideaway
for anyone that went astray

I left the door ajar for those
who sought to visit my abode
and stepped over the threshold
to be welcomed to my hideaway

But no-one came to where I hid
except an eight-legged arachnid
who sidled over where I sat
casting his silk across my mat

The pattern strewn in silky glue
sticking to my welcome mat
and everything that came thereafter
stuck to it, and that was that