Once we ordered jumping beans from a catalog, and put them on the windowsill
so the sun would warm them into action. My brother & I watch them,
our heads not much higher than the sill on which they rested,
so quiet, so still.
We waited for an eternity there, & were rewarded — maybe? —
only by the slightest of quivers. So disappointing.
The instructions said the beans jumped because a tiny worm (or bug?) lived inside,
so I grieved for the hidden creatures, who must have died before they could jump.
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