Upon A Window Near Poem by Donald R Wolff JR

Over there within an open window blind
A rustling sound of something small, inside
Atop the buzzing of a fly
They fought and fought, until one died

Often wonders have been seen
None so eerie as in front of me
A fight for one that wants to leave
The other fights for blood to feed

Though the spider churns a gut, like worms
There, each day the spider in the window, lurks
Feasting upon the smaller insect birds
Until no more, not one was heard

Since then began a tapping sound
Morse code for help, tapping, loud
It was the spider; Yes the spider, how
In code the spider making sound

This I thought must be a dream
In fear, there near the spiders reach
Allowing for a window opening
And so then the spider, was set free

Only now a cobweb there instead
With flies thereunder, lying dead
Not far beyond the window ledge
Lone, the spider happy; Within her web

(04/15/2023)