High blue sky...

Birds of the air--God's creations--

Forsake their element for a time

As man-made silver birds

Whirl, glint in the sunshine,

Soar in glorious precision

Leaving behind thunder,

Then silence...as the vapour trails

Slowly drift away on the gentle wind...

On that same wind

A torn spider's web floats lightly,

Caught for an instant, beautifully,

By one stray beam of soft afternoon sunlight...

--fleur   4.ix.78