A Mouse In Space (Other Things Are Small Too)

The mouse

Was comforted to realise that

Plant Earth

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

In puddles,

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.


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