A little black bug landed on my notebook.
A tiny fellow by any measure, in my giant world.
His body no more than the length of my pen’s tip, his antennae as thin as his legs.
As I considered his place in the world, he walked across the page
no doubt acutely aware of my presence.
Perhaps even thinking what a nice giant I was to allow him such an interesting place to explore
amidst deep black scratches on an ivory plane.
And just as I’d decided to get on with my work and ignore such an insignificant creature with little purpose and function in the world
he spread his wings, and flew away.