small, insignificant antelope

They run here and there, with no purpose

That we, at least, can ascertain,

Moved by pure panic; perhaps these small antelope

Would see themselves

As stately herds of zebras, no less,

Moving liquid stripes across savannah.

Or wildebeest, or anything more impressive

Than themselves, than minor antelope;

But how clever of you—to panic at the world.