Here's a shiny visitor.
In the yard, upon a tarp I meant to fold.
No belly hourglass, but a tiny row of dorsal hearts upon her.
Not a good neighbor, really,
when I have cats who might choose to use her as a plaything
and die for that mistake.
I placed her in a jar and Porter loosed her in the woods.
Stay in banishment, please, Black Widow.
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