Nothing To Say
Some creatures seem barely adequate
designed as they are for the least.
Some creatures live in blind anonymity,
have yet to be discovered,
even by themselves.
“What is your point,” shouts a mite,
“for underneath the microscope
are we not all so very large?”
Then silence……
I can only surmise
that a larger creature just ate the mite
and it has nothing to say.
Copyright © Eric Ashford | Year Posted 2022
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