Green spiders across the universe
Spin their webs to catch their dinner
Any stray space insectoid
Or leftovers tossed from flying ships
A black stallion gallops through
He snags his hoof, bows his head
The web stretches to entangle him
The steed snorts, his nostrils flare
Spiders chew their web, set him free
Grateful, the horse floats back to Earth.
Mona Mehas (she/her) writes about growing up poor, accumulating grief, and climate change. A retired, disabled teacher in Indiana, USA, she’s at her laptop. Follow on everywhere on linktr.ee/monaiv.