Beetle on My Pillowcase Chris Middleton Beetle on my pillowcase Making hearts within me race Sitting with his eyes asleep

Moving to a foreign beat I can't climb down to his world Where books are mountains, pages curled He sees my face above him loom Spelling out uncertain doom But while my heart beats double time His inner clock is lapping mine And who knows what my movements seem To him who sees at twice the speed His long life that seems short to us Is truly an enduring one The things he's witnessed can't compare To even two girls one piece of silverware And what he whispers I don't care As long as it's not "dinner" 2010 Chris Middleton