A thread of light, a beam, I see,
Colours dancing ahead of me
I pan back for into view
The reason quickly emerges through
Beams go hither, up and down
Reflecting dew from the dampened ground
Apparent it is, straight rainbow it’s not,
For there are threads of silk, and quite a lot!
Tangled, woven, broken, reflecting light
Something was busy overnight
But now the new day has appeared
Can I hear scuttling getting near?
I took a few photos early yesterday of these strange pod things that suddenly appeared – they were quite high and were most definitely not there the day before. It was only when I was checking the photographs afterwards that I noticed the broken cobweb, and all of the silken threads. And then I noticed the prism reflecting off one of the silks. I decided to write a rhyme from the perspective of a little critter, checking things out.