It was as bright as diamante. Its silken anchors wrapped around a horizon of leaves; and though its expanse was only a few inches it sparkled in the dark like a galaxy.
Heavy with prisms, magnified within each trembling star a forest pressed against its curving, liquid facets. Across the knitted veil these baubles were scattered, each containing a panorama multiplied far beyond its original, tiny landscape.
Hidden in the fragrant shadows, its creator waited, admiring her handiwork through her multiple eyes. Her kaleidoscope vision took in the huntsman’s swath of webbing which a gracious morning had turned into an expanse of crystal droplets. It was a dazzling and deadly expanse; a countryside woven for capture, even as it had captured the water squeezed out of the cool air.
It was a dainty veil pulled from Nature’s hair, a pretty thing much at variance from the tiny monster that was its architect. The glistening jewels woven into the silk were useless to the huntress. Yet they astonished the legions of tiny flying things that lived there. And in their dumbfounded ignorance they flew blithely into the clinging constellation.