A Poetic Apperception

It's because you
are a being of two,
that your poems
always start with
another.
.
I saw
on one of the last
warm days of summer,
how the fattened spider
emerged from her shade
and strutted
in her web.
.
and as I passed the fence
the dog barked
in units of five
bow wow
wow wow wow.
.
Is nature
always so orderly:
two and three
female and male?
It seemed a miracle.