F Friends by a Thread

Up late at my desk with my eyes in a book,
a visitor dropped in for perhaps a close look.

Hanging precariously on the end of a thread
was a resident spider in front of my head.

I was keenly amused as he stayed in suspension,
this eight-legged creature who got my attention.

The curious arachnid who saw me below
felt the need to come down just to say his "Hello".

This meeting became an ongoing affair
with the nightly descendings from high in the air.

I miss staying up for my frequent all-nighter
to be entertained by that dangling spider

as one night I discovered while searching up high,
my friend went away without saying "Goodbye".