An interesting day.

An interesting day.

I do miss her so much...it has been a difficult week or so.

The spider scuttled across

The space between

Table and wall

Giving a final bow

As dramatic as

A Phillipe Petit

Grand performance

High over New York

When the Twin Towers

Were no less iconic

Than they are in memory

Unlike the patio furniture

But the achievement

Is by any measure

Just as grand

How many times did

The spider fail

To catch the wind

How long did it remain

Suspended in mid-air

Exposed to predators

An easy catch

For the Blue Tit

Or the Sparrow

Was there a Robert-the-Bruce

Moment

Before the end game

Had been reached

When it almost

Gave up the ghost

And for all its effort

The proud grandeur

Of the web

Its Golden Gate construction

Suspended in time

There will be no

Lasting praise

As it is in the way

Of progress

From the garden

To the house

It will be brushed aside

With nary a thought

For all that highwire

Showmanship

Which will, in due course

Surely come to nought.