a circular work of art
like a net with thin lines of wire
which shine silver in the sun.
It hangs on the front gate
bending and blowing in the wind
as if a tent or sails of a boat.
But there's no sign of its owner
who has left the property vacant,
only a solitary leaf and chaff
caught in its deadly jaws
yet a fly will be doomed soon enough
and as I stare at the web realise
a wonder of nature...lies before my eyes.