Up the Spout
By Miriam H. Harrison
“The itsy, bitsy spider went up the water spout. Down came the rain and washed the spider out. . .”
The soft singing comes from the next room. I doubt that my daughter understands the significance of those words, the too-perfect symbolism. But then again, who really knows what three-year-olds understand? They’re smarter than we are, that’s for sure. If children had been running the world, we wouldn’t be in this mess. But we had left the adults in charge.
The itsy, bitsy humans thought that they could do it all. We went too far, too high, too fast. Along came the pollution, the food shortage, the disease. We destroyed our world, and our world wiped us out.
Well, almost.
There are still some of us who have survived, and rumor has it that the latest pandemic has disappeared. Soon we’ll return to our cities, rebuild our world, pick up where we left off.
“. . . and the itsy, bitsy spider went up the spout again. . .”
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Miriam is a writer of fiction and poetry living in Sudbury, Ontario, Canada. In addition to her publications, she has been a panelist at Toronto's Ad Astra convention and is currently the Sudbury Branch Manager of The Ontario Poetry Society, Vice-President of the Sudbury Writers' Guild and Vice-President of the Sudbury Hypergraphic Society, a networking and promotions group for writers.
By Miriam H. Harrison
“The itsy, bitsy spider went up the water spout. Down came the rain and washed the spider out. . .”
The soft singing comes from the next room. I doubt that my daughter understands the significance of those words, the too-perfect symbolism. But then again, who really knows what three-year-olds understand? They’re smarter than we are, that’s for sure. If children had been running the world, we wouldn’t be in this mess. But we had left the adults in charge.
The itsy, bitsy humans thought that they could do it all. We went too far, too high, too fast. Along came the pollution, the food shortage, the disease. We destroyed our world, and our world wiped us out.
Well, almost.
There are still some of us who have survived, and rumor has it that the latest pandemic has disappeared. Soon we’ll return to our cities, rebuild our world, pick up where we left off.
“. . . and the itsy, bitsy spider went up the spout again. . .”
- - -
Miriam is a writer of fiction and poetry living in Sudbury, Ontario, Canada. In addition to her publications, she has been a panelist at Toronto's Ad Astra convention and is currently the Sudbury Branch Manager of The Ontario Poetry Society, Vice-President of the Sudbury Writers' Guild and Vice-President of the Sudbury Hypergraphic Society, a networking and promotions group for writers.
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