Captivation
I'd never paid much mind before;
but then one day, she caught my eye.
With captivation, I stood still-
her clever skill did mystify.
The weaver, with her silky thread,
skilled in creating such designs-
without a pattern to go by-
wove out her art with perfect lines.
This inborn talent blew my mind-
an image, seen as perfect art!
How does she know to weave that way-
with no instructions from the start?
Then, all at once, a moth flew down-
held fast- as if caught in a trap.
The weaver quickly moved right in;
her day's fine lunch- in silk did wrap.
October 9, 2022
~2nd Place~
Contest: Captivation
Sponsor: Julia Ward
Judged: 12/23/2022
Copyright © Sandra Haight | Year Posted 2022
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