Impact Two [antikvár]

A MODERN BESTIARY A Consideráble Speck (Microscopic) A speck that would have been beneath my sight On any but a paper sheet so white Set off across what I had written there. And I had idly poised my pen in air To stop it with a period of ink When something strange about it made me think. This was no dust speck by my breathing blown, But unmistakably a living mite With inclinations it could call its owa. It paused as with suspidon of my pen, And then came racing wildly on again To where my manuscript was not yet dry; Then paused again and either drank or smelt- With loathing, for again it turnéd to fly. Plainly with an intelligence I dealt. It seemed too tiny to have room for feet, Yet must have had a set of them complete To express how much it didn't want to die. It ran with terror and with cunning crept. It faltered: I could see it hesitate; Then in the middle of the open sheet Cower down in desperation to accept Whatever I accorded it of fate. I have none of the tenderer-than-thou Collectivistic regimenting love With which the modern world is being swept. But this poor microscopic item nowl Since it was nothing I knew evil of