It was the wee hours per me too early for any normal person to sight.
Other than oldies and health freaks like me.
I lit the light from my porch to combat the unknown darkness.
But after my act, there was another act on the line.
A baby spider was tucking and pulling on each hole in my shoe.
Accompanying on the trail of my lace with its lace to learn knitting the right way.
I waited because I knew this would be his only way to feed him on his prey.
When whacked by a waiting signboard instead of slamming your head on it like a bull.
The corrupted message, says to be stiffer and patient in the direction you roll.