I found a tiny little spider the other day,
when I was making my usual tour of the skirting board.
It was really, really tiny; and it got very excited
running all over my hand.
My nana said it is called a money-spider,
because to see it brings you good luck.
I think she’s wrong.
I think that it is called a money spider because
somewhere in the dusty hidden spaces under the house
where we don’t go,
it has spun a huge web stretching from wall to wall,
and hanging from the web are hundreds of bright gold coins
shining in the dark like dewdrops.
One of these days,
if I can find the time,
I might go and have a look.
Just in case.