The Mask In The Woods

I haven’t walked on our neighbor’s path in the woods all winter.  As I crossed the small footbridge I heard the peeping of just a few frogs.  It’s early for peepers, and there’s still some ice in the swamp, so it was a delight to hear them.

They quieted as I got closer and I didn’t hear them again.

The small streams and ponds were overflowing.  Zinnia splashed through everyone, her legs thick with mud.

It was in one of the streams that I saw the mask.  Made of some kind of web, sticks, bark, leaves, and grass,  it was held above the water by one of the branches it was attached to.

I have no idea how this came to be, or what kind of web that is.  I don’t even know what else to say about it, except that I find it remarkable.

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