Small world… or at least to me

One step from them could kill me. As I move through the tall strands of grass they walk and make the whole ground shake. They can not see me but trust me I am here, so are many others. A drop of rain is a lake, a crumb a whole feast, a flea is a veracious beast, a ball of fuzz is a bed, and a strand of hair what could compare? Kids crush us for fun while we try and run. We may be small but we can be mighty.

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