A silver thread reflects the sun
As it sways the gentle breeze
Swinging from some high branch
Hidden midst the trees
I only catch it briefly
Before the shadows hide its light
I am intrigued by its beauty
Its industry and might
Is it a walkway through the sky
Or a snare for unknown prey
Does its master call it home
Its offspring, somewhere to play
It’s fragility is certain
If I exercised my will
To pull it with my finger
Across the window sill
But on this summer’s day
When the world is full of light
I’d rather enjoy its mystery
Than clear it from my sight
Poetry and Verse 