I looked down on an ant
As it crossed the Sahara of the pavement.
I looked down on a spider
As it finished its tapestry with a flourish.
I looked down on a bee
As it zipped through the forest of a rose bush.
I looked down on so much
During such a simple walk
That I stopped and wondered….
Who was looking down on me?
Copyright Sarah Davidson 2021
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Aspiring writer. Librarian. All-around nerd. My blog Word-Maleerie comes from the word "whigmaleerie," which means a whim or notion. So my blog's topic? Whims/notions about words. I write stories, novels, poetry, plays, observations, columns--you name it. I've always loved words and now I'm trying to make my dream to be an author come true.
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