Criss Cross
CRISS-CROSS
Hill was criss-crossed on net- work of tea plants.
While walking, I observed long queue of ants.
Ants to cross road from one side to other.
People coming, crossing, did not bother.
I am to watch minutely for minutes.
Being disturbed by steps, for moments row splits.
All disciplined to form prompt a new row.
Odor of ants is signal to follow.
I took a little leap to cross the queue.
A dazzling dew drop came into my view.
It is enjoying smart behavior
of wonderful species, being admirer.
Curiosity-appreciation
rejoiced to meet at a cross-connection.
Third place in 'Cross' Contest
First Place
'MARCH WEEK 1 2019' Contest by Brian Strand
'Rhyming Couplets' Contest by Janice Canerdy
Copyright © Anisha Dutta | Year Posted 2019
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