As
I drink
My
Morning
Tea,
I see
Construction
Between
The
Arbor
Vitae
And
The
Holly
Tree.
Not
The
Long
Strands
Of
Travel
Spiders
Unravel,
But
A
Perfect
Circle,
A
Net
To
Catch
What
Ever
Passes
By
On
The
Fly.
What
Has
Made
This
Pretty
Trap?
Has
Something
Huge
Found
Refuge
And
Settled
In
To
Spin?
Nothing
So
Sinister
And
Mean
Can
Be
Seen.
I must
Take
Care,
Or
Over
Night
The
Unknown
Hunter
May
Build
A
Snare,
And
Catch
Me
Unaware.