My love and I,
Have moved to a new place.
With tranquil moments,
And no TV.
No Storage Wars or,
Big Bang Theory to entertain.
Sitting down on the deck,
Eating dinner, our own live show begins.
Starts her magnificent weave.
At first we were put into a trance,
Not knowing we were sucked in.
Watching the delicate work,
Being woven, with the speed
And skill of an experienced weaver.
Then the disappointment hit.
The spider started taking down her beautiful work.
At first I said, “No, why are you doing that?”
I thought her weaves should be for all.
The next night, same time, same place,
She made her weave again.
This is the beginning of spider TV.