Ant
An ant motors
Like a wind up
Toy across my
Floor.
I resist my urge
To crush it _ why?
Because being so
Complex a
Creature – such
Wonderful design
Pristine precision
Perfection –
Were I to
Commit such a
Travesty – I
Dare say with
Shame – I would cry!
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