The Little Things

A knarled tree,
A twisted fence,
My fancy is caught
Like a thread on a nail.

An impression in a stone,
An unusual bird sitting high in a tree,
My fancy is caught
Like a thread on a nail.

A pair of interlocking ripples,
A group of parading catepillars,
My fancy is caught
Like a thread on a nail.

My eyes can see,
My ears can hear
The little things
In a writer's world.