Spider Hockey at Sleep

We’re leaving and none too pleased,
So we pause to waste some time
With Eggs Benny at Sleep Is

For Sissies, roadside Winlaw,
Pretending we’re arriving,
Departure some other day,

From some other life, not ours,
Not this one, in the woods
Beside the rural highway.

A jumping spider leaps down
Lightly and skitters across
The two-top. One of us taps

The table just so it leaps
Toward the other. Go! Go!