By Lillian Toby
The old felt hat
lay discarded.
Spiders had spun their webs
stretching gossamer fine
from brim to crown,
a worthy decoration.
with a brightly coloured feather.
It had sat jauntily
They had grown old
together.
© Lillian Toby 2007
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