The spiders of mystery beguile me,
   throwing their sticky nets across my path.

I frantically brush away the strands of confusion,
   flailing around in a silly dance underneath the shrouding green canopy.

As the sun peers through pine needles,
   the arachnets sparkle into my sight.

Leaning in to inspect the long-legged one’s handiwork,
   she scampers away.

Up.
   Around.
      Down.
         And over,
            I trudge along the unknown path.

I wander alone,
   except for my arach-mysterious friends.