Weaving her spinnerets she float-descends
on gossamer threads in a straight line, ends
table-side. I raise my cup, try to blend
like this poised heron fishing by the bend.
We three: spider, bird, human sink beneath
the fracas of manmade reality
that makes us quash true knowledge to survive.
Respect this morning seals the web of life.
Featured Image: During my Little Miss Muffet adventure at breakfast, this great egret patiently fished.