The spider. Don’t forget this.

Why did she fall? Physics, of course, but why?

What meaning is there?

Think with your gut; not your head. Make connections in the mundane.

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She fell. She was perfect.

I was frightened. As was predicted.

But she cowered, cold and collapsed in the window frame.

She too was afraid.

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Through my gut and to my head, images of scared beings, all dark and monstrous.

Images of lost children, forlorn and weeping, wearing black so as not to be seen.

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Physics be damned! Here lies an opportunity to expand!

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My fear, her fear,

fear and all that’s dark: children lost for love and care.

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So to shaking pencil tip she clung,

then eight legs surveying the safety of the sill,

before I closed the window on the darkness of the night.