Lex held one end beneath the berries.
Alice held the other.
Through the weave, the Dahl seed room
looked nearer than another.

“Wibble, wobble, woven way—
look before we race.”
Kaydence peered through round glass rims.
Emmitt marked the place.

“Let’s dash straight through!” said Lex at first.
Alice shook her head.
“Something small moved near that leaf.
Let’s check the ground instead.”

“Wibble, wobble, woven way—
change the job we do.
One checks low, one checks the path,
one checks the ribbon’s view.”

Alice watched beneath the leaves.
Kaydence scanned ahead.
Emmitt held the woven strip.
Lex counted three soft treads.

All three findings met at once:
a nest sat by the track.
The quickest route would pass too close.
Lex drew his footsteps back.

The “wrong” idea became the check:
Would hurrying brush the nest?
They turned through maple hollow,
where quiet feet worked best.

A five-minute sprinkle silvered leaves.
No breeze disturbed the thread.
They reached the seed-room path by shade,
with every hatchling’s bed

still tucked beneath the blackberry leaf,
untouched from twig to wing.
“Wibble, wobble, woven way—
we left the living thing.”