Poem: He Saw A Spider Scurry

He Saw A Spider Scurry

over the roof of some car

that sat idle in the dark,

but I did not see it,

looked too late

or not where it was,

I only heard him speak of it,

I cannot say the size, the color,

can guess at species

from our locale, but

I did not see it at all,

and he has forgotten, now.

I remember it,

remember what he saw

that I did not,

am still wondering

what creatures lurk

right before

my unnoting eyes.