On the larch top

I spotted a rather large spider in the wardrobe which might have been quite a reasonable shot but maybe he will overwinter with us. Lucky did a few good lurcher impressions with Kajtek at his side, but he does that quite often. Seeing these and many other similar small birds in the tree tops reminded me of a poem by Goethe for reasons I wouldn't like to go into. It is perhaps the only poem I know in German and it is called Uber Allen Gipfeln. The short Wanderer's Nightsong II about the woods and mortality.