I’d like to have a self cleaning rug.
One that shovels up dirt and germs.
I enjoy looking at them,
Beautiful and plush.
But always think of what is being nurtured there,
In each and every fiber.
A regular forest of creatures.
Microscopic though they be.
You beautiful, useful carpet,
No longer used by me.
Magnify the carpet,
And you will surely see trillions,
No, more, of universes filled with
Towns, cities, flowers and trees.
Far beneath my feet…
Gives me the willies, and also the creeps!
Steam the carpet!
Creatures in there are happy it rained.
Now their crops can grow,
In microscopic villages where all
The microscopic creatures live.
Great gloom falls over the village,
As the noisy, nasty vacuum cleaner
Sucks up many villages at a time!
“In time we will rebuild!” They said,
About the tiny flakes of chocolate chip cookie,
That made someone a home.