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Spider On The Washing-line

Spider on my washing-line
Oh, why do you spend time sitting on mine?
There must be another that you can find
After all, it is MY washing-line
This is no way to have an interspecies relationship
Carefully placing you elsewhere, time after time
The trees must be flies galore, plenty for you to dine
So why, oh why? Does it have to be mine?
Suddenly I realise. What is this arbitrary thing we humans call ownership?
That time, after time, after time
Why does it belong to me?
It can be ours and that is perfectly fine.