If I walk through the woods in early morning
by Bridget Dunne
And a spider's web I see
Rather than break it I would
I would detour and leave it free.
If I saw vixen fox with its
Young feeding, timorously!
I would retreat hastily.
If I perceived a swooping osprey
Devouring a struggle fish
I would mind my own business
And attend to my swaying ketch.
These things with my poetic thoughts