Was comforted to realise that
Was really not a lot bigger than she was.
It was a dew drop
On the upturned palm of the night,
A night which she had also nestled in.
She did not fear the Expanse,
As it was a ceiling that she
Had brushed against before.
The stars which spun now,
Had always spun,
And she had trod over them
Causing their spinning to falter.
The astronauts never understood
How small everything is,
So they stumbled.
But to the mouse, the world has always been so.