Spring has indeed come: the willows are in blossom and queen bumblebees
are looking for nesting places; fruit flies circle
over the bowl of sour milk; on the kitchen curtain
a big moth’s sleeping exactly on a red spot.
A mosquito flies into the cellar room and buzzes around my head.
For some time, sitting at the desk, I’ve been hearing
a strange noise from a plastic sachet hanging on the wall.
Finally I take it down and have a look: a spider
has fallen into it and is making desperate attempts to get out.
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