Spider
TV
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.
The
black spider with red on her belly,
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.
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