The Spider above the Bed

Spider 

The spider in the skylight above the bed
Looks down at me defiantly; suspended
In his web, which - by the way - is splendid.
He knows my plans of capture and eviction 
I get up and fetch my spider trap (a jug and a brush)
I return and as expected he's gone - inside the frame.

Don't get me wrong, I can happily live with them,
And, by catching flies they earn their keep
Weaving more webs at night, while I sleep
These clever weavers; the original web designers
All I object to, is him hanging about, above the bed
And shitting on the duvet