Enveloped in the warmth of the suns rays
The delicate dew on a cobweb,
Is glistening and taunting a small fly
That walks on the edge of the rail!.
I watch through the egde of my lashes,
That cover my eyes from the glare,
As a magpie greets the day with her shrill cry
Swoops down and catches the fly!.
and I sigh!.!.!.!.!.!.!.Www@QuestionHome@Com