My Parlour

I look and listen all the day. I watch them come and go. They’ll always find me underfoot — I wonder if they know?
Do I play near stallion’s feet? Or dance among the stars? Or do I stand at edge of time and balance on the bars?
Come into my parlour, friend, ’cause it’s your parlour, too. We wait and watch together — the Spider and my crew.

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