By Emily, age 10
The spiderling pokes out a leg, circling it in the air
Its body slowly emerges from the splintering carcass of an egg
The tip of the grass blade trembles as the new Linyphiidae scurries upward
Tentatively, it stretches its two front limbs, testing the air current
The tiny abdomen rises in unison with a mass of others, its glands sloshing with liquid silk
Swaying, slender strands shoot from its spinneret, pearly threads bouncing on the rain-heavy breeze
Launching onto its spouting silver trail, the spiderling clings tightly
The silk slices through the atmosphere, ballooning its passenger as if on a trapeze
Grass, earth, and glimmering water whizz past in a blur of bewildering colour
Floating towards a dew-drenched flower, the wind brushing past, the spiderling drifts onto a soaked petal
With insects crawling in nectar and the stalk casting shade, it is the perfect home for a Linyphiidae.