Watching an Ant
Watching an Ant
Here I sit, in a gentle summer’s breeze,
By a peaceful lake in soft green grass.
Transfixed on an ant following in line.
What is he doing? I pondered.
Where are they going? I thought.
Then he left the group and went astray,
By himself, I thought was odd,
As ants are always in groups of many.
I noticed he had found a small leaf,
Crawled around it, as if a prize.
Also near, a small puddle,
And some brilliant, emerald green moss.
He then stopped, and seemed to sit,
Much like me, on this summer’s day.
I then looked over, where he came from,
The train of ants had disappeared.
Perhaps they went off, to fight a battle,
And this one ant, felt it’s not right,
So he found his sanctuary,
… Just like me.
By: Greg Stanley
Written on December 14, 2011
Entry into the “In the Mood” Contest
By: Greg Stanley
December 14, 2011
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