size doesn’t matter
Coming in from a walk one afternoon, I reached in to pull the door open and touched something small and fuzzy. I immediately knew it was the scary creature who'd been flitting around my light fixture all morning. What I see is a little guy who I wouldn't want to cross. What I think is that we were equally afraid of each another.
Size doesn’t matter,
neither in our capacity for fear,
nor in our ability
to put the fear in others.