in the woods
at night
the trees move
or something broods
with shoulders ascue
still, then sudden
dodges, then stops
traps its prey
inside its thoughts
fingers like spiders
tying in knots
flies in webs,
tied to their cots
arachnid spindle
ever winding,
meals in reels
for later finding
masking backwards
for the rewinding
the replay to relay
the hidden sighting.

-m.p. 10/10/2016