Antsy

An ant was dragging an insect, At least 3 times its size. Though desiccated, still it seemed Like quite a lucky prize. I watched its steady progress - It would heave a bit and stop, Hurry forth without its burden, Double back where it did drop. Other ants passed by, ignoring All the effort being made, On their journeys through the grass As part of some unknown crusade. Just like humans, who don’t notice Someone doing all the work While they play at being busy Since it’s easier to shirk.