The Gnat, The Moth, The Bird, The Spider

The Gnat, The Moth, The Bird, And The Spider

The birds hover in the updraft,
The gnats fly by.
One of the birds swoop down,
And I see a little gnat die.

The moth lays eggs upon the branch
When a strong breeze brings it down.
The ants kill her,
There is a funeral procession upon the ground.

There is a nest up in the tree
From which a twittering, chirping sounds.
The parents are teaching their kin to fly,
There they are, above the school grounds!

I watch as the spider's egg sac is sewn,
With such precision to every thread.
It is in this way that
Life will begin and life will end.