Web Worm(s).

The tree
outside the window
is dying.
             Maybe.
               I think.

The tree
next to the swing
is losing its leaves with each sway.

"Maybe it's webworms," I say.

"No," comes a reply,
          "The webs were full of spiders."

"Well," I say,
            "Something
                                is stressing it out."

"Ok."

        And we go on with our day.