The battle rent a cobweb diamond-strung <br />And cut a flower beside a ground bird's nest <br />Before it stained a single human breast. <br />The stricken flower bent double and so hung. <br />And still the bird revisited her young. <br />A butterfly its fall had dispossessed <br />A moment sought in air his flower of rest, <br />Then lightly stooped to it and fluttering clung. <br /> <br />On the bare upland pasture there had spread <br />O'ernight 'twixt mullein stalks a wheel of thread <br />And straining cables wet with silver dew. <br />A sudden passing bullet shook it dry. <br />The indwelling spider ran to greet the fly, <br />But finding nothing, sullenly withdrew.<br /><br />Robert Lee Frost<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/range-finding-2/
