Bug

Standing in the open night Seeing the stars shinning so bright Seems up there so very far Reminds me of air holes across the lid of a jar. That housed a bug I once found Would watch it for hours with nearly no sound The whole universe of the bug , I held in my hand. Wondering if it could even understand That his world was microscopical , a univers in a jar. It stood there looking up towards its own sky Seeing the stars up there so high Was it waiting, half afraid of seeing my eye In one of the holes that looked to be a star Like The stars we see up there, so very far So I keep watching them stars, so far up in the sky Half fearing someday , I may see an eye... W.P Harris