House-Mates
The three-legged cricket
I saved
from the cat
sings to me at midnight
of dreams
just out of reach.
The spider in the bathroom
is angry and sulks.
She glares and rolls in a ball
so I present her
with web hair
as a token of friendship.
The green lizard
by the kitchen door
hides
I feed him a fly
but never a cricket
as an offering.