Such a strange world,
Surrounded by creatures small and smaller.
Into this place I’ve been hurled
Though still many times taller.
This is such an odd little place
Where I’m the the center of attention.
Creatures circle, fly and leave without a trace,
Still I’m not sure what’s their intention.
Very still I choose to sit,
Holding a statuesque pose.
Afraid if I twitch or flit,
They may bite my delicate nose.
Or scratch my ivory skin,
Turning snow white to bloody red,
Maybe kick me in the shins,
By god, I look almost dead.
Then suddenly a boom,
To the sound of thunder I awake.
Lying on the floor of my room,
Tell me–how much acid did I take.
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~