the universe is getting older.

the relative prevelance of light gasses is slowly turning to a rarity.

someday, most atoms would be heavier, fused products of decayed stars.

the stars would be mostly gone by then,

the fuel that keeps them active mostly gone.

the nebulae that were once nursery to stars, will be drfting clouds of wasted potential, never enough again for a substantial aggregation.

the planet which we call home will be long gone. so shall our star be mostly gone, replaced by the white dwarf, and then the dark dwarf, which will have no more warmth.

background radiation is the ultimate fate of all we call matter. all structures of mass, even the tight-fisted black holes, will slowly lose their contained energy, until they too would be a distant cold memory.

and then, millipede, millipede,

will you finally let me in? I will be too tired to huff and puff, I will blow nothing down.

I will not do a thing,

'cept ask.

in your many-legged carapace,

I shall seek comfort.

or I shall dissipate at last,

in your rejection.

the

Millipede millipede, let me in!

Not by the hair on my very thick skin.

Then I will crawl, and I will scrawl, all over your face

I'll make your beauty mark look like a disgrace.

I am a millipede not a French bulldog.

I have an a hard exoskeleton and I live under a log.

You ugly bird need to know your place

You don't know what I am but want to place me on your dinner plate!

Wait until I caught you millipede then you will know who I am

I am not a Dr Seus !

And I am not your green eggs and ham!

Look man, just scram, get out of here.

I guest you didn't see that chicken hawk swooping near.

Then let me in!

Do I look like I have a chin?