Spiders and other bugs have things in common with us

For they always do things together, as though on a bus

Moving in unison along their very-well-chosen path ...

Just like our real Daddys do, when they include you in their task



So many things we did together - both my Daddy and I

I remember how well we jelled when we ate the same pie

There were good times (and bad times) but all of it is packed

Into the brain cells where some day it'll all come unstacked



And then the stories I'll tell about my Daddy and me

Will all come rushing out of a mind once trapped, now free

Just like all those Daddy Long Legs who have just now hatched

From eggs laid at the front door, in the dampness of one patch



- Tristram



(c) Christopher W. Thomas

7:07pm Saturday, June 20th, 1998