Small

Feeling small
A tiny bird
A whispered echo
A one-syllable word

A grain of dirt
A little baby
A cell, an atom
The air, maybe

A drop of mud
Underfoot
The rust on rails
Chimney soot

A leaf in the wind
Discarded gum
A shrunken victim
A spider’s thumb

A tiny ant
Under a shoe
A hidden child
From the screaming shrew

When I am little
A speck of dust
The world is angry
And so unjust

Where’s the hole
To enter and die
I’ll find my space
And away I’ll fly

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