BREAKFAST WITH A MOMMY DADDY

As I was enjoying a breakfast smoothie on the porch the other morning
far from the distractions of TV, radio or cable
a singular daddy long legs joined me at our picnic table.

I am not an expert…not an arachnid authority or swami…
but from what little I know about  daddy long legs…
this daddy was a mommy.

I imagine she’s seen me every morning at this table sitting here
and through her arachnid instincts knew there was nothing she need fear.

She crawled right up to where I sat…and I watched her from my seat
as she felt around the table for something she could eat.

I was impressed with how she moved…with such ease and grace and class
and I loved the way she inspected the smoothie in my glass

Next she walked across my crossword puzzle
and as I watched her my confidence was shaken…
when she pointed to 61 across and shook her head
as if my answer was mistaken.

And when I checked my answer…to her utter satisfaction and delight…
this long legged arachnid…to my dismay…was right!

So spent breakfast together…at the table…side by side…
I enjoyed my smoothie
while she continued finding whatever morsels our table would provide.

As  the two of us enjoyed our breakfast…
and the sun continued to rise
I returned my attention to my crossword puzzle…
under mommy long legs watchful eyes.

I’m hoping she comes back tomorrow…
to offer her company and share a bite or two…
and I’m interested to see if she’s as good at Wordle
as she is with crosswords too.
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