eight legs

last night

dreams of a giant spider

not so much menacing

as persistent in pursuit

a little 'getting to know you'

kept on coming and coming

and coming

a little message in the ether:

time to get weaving

defying the odds

one kitten munches it

one kitten climbs it (and scratches the trunk)

i try not to over water it

i try not to under water it

we fertilize it

and after it had fallen/was knocked over

bound a nearly broken branch with a plaster

tending

mending

munching

our way along

somehow the hibisucs

despite us all

keeps on

keeping on

and keeps on

blooming

white white white

slowly

gently

steadily 

falling

and so 

it begins

wednesday

birds flitting

kittens chirping

dog barking

truck driving

fingers typing

leaves falling

sun setting

light ebbing

soft soft softness

of a late fall day

near and far

holding everything

everyone

dear

bella lune

late afternoon

on the night of a new moon

and everything

is quietly

perfectly

still