hot stuff
smaller than a grain of white rice
tiny red mite
*
on a mission
hot footing it down the tree
mighty tiny mite
*
1/16 of an inch
small enough to tuck neatly
into my poems
*
just saying….
i could go on and on and on
but i’ll stop here
(Just three lines, over and over, playing around with thoughts and words. So many ways to say, I love you, little red mite racing down the tree. Pastime pleasures. What a gift this little red mite gave me! 🙏🏼)
