As the sun gave its farewell hues to the sky,
A spider's magical thread swayed with a sly.
The silvery shimmer that it added to the sight,
Fluttered a pretty moment of seldom delight.
This momentous pleasure was stirring to me,
An empty speck of pique to regale a nice glee.
Its been hours and I still think of the strand,
Looks like I now have my head in the sand.
As for the silvery glimmer that caught my eye,
Maybe it has a story that with mine can vie.
Did it hear the tea of a flying fairies,
Or, does it know the sweetest cherries.
The frail little muse that had my rapt,
Danced knowing that I was trapped.
Gaping, I waited for its voice,
As it continued to rile me with its poise.
Asudden, a gust of wind called it on its way,
I had to bid adieu to the silver fairy that flew away.