Che Araña

At the bottom of the rickety barrel
that a ray of sun illuminates,
the spider dances tango in its webs
to the chords of the bandoneon.

Mr. Cat mimics the instrument
stretching a little paper lantern
and his tail sways with feeling
keeping the rhythm of that dance.

Hey Spider,
dance skillfully
you have to count
three little steps
dragging
forward and backward.

Among the worn splinters
left from the old barrel
the clientele peeks out arrogantly
and tiptoes into it.

Shiny bored cockroaches,
tired aphids from biting,
plus other slick vermin
that gather to party all night.

Hey Spider,
dance skillfully
you have to count
three little steps
dragging
forward and backward.

Hey Spider,
dance skillfully
you have to count
three little steps
dragging
forward and backward.

Among the worn splinters...