Soaking in sunlight I watch
Dragonflies cruising and darting:
Insect hawks, lords of the small sky.
A burly jumping spider, the size of a mung bean
Ambles along my sleeve.
Its silken dragline shimmers in the sun,
At the ready to anchor an attack or escape.
I smile because I know jumpers are intrepid.
A thin stem of grass becomes my pike
And I carefully move my free hand
Till the miniature iridescent sumo wrestler,
With remarkable vision sees my challenge
and stops to consider, twisting to face this intruder.
As I move my hand the spider keeps its eight shiny eyes
fixed, still weighing the threat.
Slowly I bring my pike to confront.
The brave mote rears back and we begin to joust.
It parries my gentle prodding yielding not a step.
After a minute’s match it deems the game trivial
and leaps, rappelling off planet Don.