Listening-Thinking

The house is silent.
It’s early.
I hear myself breathe.
The house is silent.
But something shifts.
A slight creak.
More silence.
Then another.
I remember yesterday.
We found two or three large spiders.
Someone explained
that September is the spider season.
How do they know? I wondered.
Do they talk about it?
‘Here we go, September, again. In we go.’
Perhaps that shifting noise
is the spiders, I thought.
They’re moving the furniture.
‘Never did like that chair being so close to the window,
Dave, let’s move it into the alcove.’
The house is silent.
It’s early.
Something shifts.