A Thought Last Night

Rain, drops against my window, bare
it reveals a hidden spidersweb there
as i peer at the web my in my window pane
my cat acts as though playing a game
its the spider! i go look for a broom
but i find only a cup and a spoon
i take the cup
and picking the spider up
i cast him back out into the night
me, no longer in fright
i shut the window tight
returning to my bed by moon beams
i dream
of spiders with out their tiny spoons
and cat flying on wicked brooms
i dream of soft webs
drifting like rain over my head
Can you believe this really happened?
like a book at its final end
my thoughts take their final acsend
into the spiderwebs there
as rain, drops against my window, bare.