Her present universe reflects an insurmountable challenge.
See how she struggles, climbing then sliding back on her alpine slope.
Climbing then sliding,
climbing, sliding.
How relentless her microscopic brain.
How miraculous such a diminutive creature evokes our human emotions.
Poor hopeless thing. She is the center of my attention.
She can count on all eight of her fuzzy legs that a sherpa rescue is at hand.
I toss in a towel.
Aware of oppressor, not saviour, she contorts her body,
covers her eyes with her legs. Screws herself into a dried raisin.
A class act if ever I saw one!
When the sound of thunder ceases to rattle the bath
she cautiously unfurls, stretches her joints,
then scurries over the snowy fibres.
Only then does a frisson of fear creep across my flesh.
copyright © Caroline Grace 2011
Jun 6, 2011
Jun 6, 2011 at 2:07 AM UTC
Her present universe reflects an insurmountable challenge.
See how she struggles, climbing then sliding back on her alpine slope.
Climbing then sliding,
climbing, sliding.
How relentless her microscopic brain.
How miraculous such a diminutive creature evokes our human emotions.
Poor hopeless thing. She is the center of my attention.
She can count on all eight of her fuzzy legs that a sherpa rescue is at hand.
I toss in a towel.
Aware of oppressor, not saviour, she contorts her body,
covers her eyes with her legs. Screws herself into a dried raisin.
A class act if ever I saw one!
When the sound of thunder ceases to rattle the bath
she cautiously unfurls, stretches her joints,
then scurries over the snowy fibres.
Only then does a frisson of fear creep across my flesh.
copyright © Caroline Grace 2011