Small Folk

We work in the shadows
with little fingers
with small teeth
we gnaw the earth below
and slowly transform
the roots and it's core.

You hear us drumming
yet think its the hummingbird
A passing car, the rattle we stow
The tv screaming; we sing and we row
around the fire at nights
to keep this other story alive
while you fade away in pride.

Little did we know
there are several thousand universes revolving around in plain sight.