Life for life

In dusky shade as the orb descends
Come the tiny swarm
They are not my friends
Perspire, slap, wipe my brow
Odge has netting, she is safe for now;
Next in the stream’s morn
“Hello well met,” and fresh marmalade.
Two-and-one-half decades spent
‘Neath a shallower ceiling.
A clear beam thrown
I hold up, beside her
Behold a smug jumping spider!
The broom handle ascends
Our comfort for its pleasure portends.