We Were Not Good Neighbors

She was there when we came 

Hanging out on her silk hammock 

Vertically relaxed 

Like a Zen master of martial arts 

In meditation 

"Not too loose 

Not too tight"  

Beautiful 

Deadly 

Poised, posed 

For several photos 

Tolerant of our attention 

Or pretending we were not there 

However, she took 

Offense at our playfulness 

When we blew on her 

For the pleasure of watching 

Her flee to the corner of her domain 

And curl into a ball 

In the morning, both she 

And her gossamer home 

Were gone 

Without a trace 

And we 

Could only 

Miss her.