In the center of this twiggy heap
you’ll spy a dot of red
it’s the littlest tiniest bug
yes, a bug is what I said!
The littlest tiniest busiest
scurrying as if crazed
HOLD STILL! I ordered grandly
but he raced about, unfazed.
I couldn’t count his legs
they were just a blur
I couldn’t see a wing
scale, feather or fur
so I think it was a bug
bright as cinnamon heart
harrumphing at out-sized humans
who seem not to be all that smart.
Oddments 