I was glancing at a tiny blade of grass
when I discovered upon it a tiny bug, a lady
who crawled on it daintly
as if on a leisurely walk through the city.
Then I looked away for only a minute
and when I turned my gaze back
she had vanished into a shop
taking her spotted umbrella with her.
Daily Prompt: Discover
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